Nature’s Song of Summers Past

I closed my eyes, purposefully savoring the deep cherry tannins swirling on my palate, inhaled the sweet aroma of mimosa wafting past me on evening’s subtle breeze and exhaled a long overdue breath, a breath, it seemed, I had been holding in for years. Their sound, that rhythmic cicada crooning, danced in my head, proving far more intoxicating than the empty bottle of wine at my feet.

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