I envision myself in Verona, Italy, sitting on a balcony as the sun begins to whisper its final goodbye and the moon slowly makes its appearance amongst the stars. I am sitting cross legged revealing a black cocktail dress and crimson red stilettos. My long, wavy, brunette hair is flowing ever so slightly through the thick, summer breeze and the candle placed strategically in the middle of the table makes my sun-kissed skin glow. I feel absolutely beautiful.
As I sip my wine, I am entranced by the mysterious ocean before me. The dark blue waves cascade like the sweetest song amongst the rocks as I wait for him. Within moments, I feel his soft, familiar lips on my neck as he breathes "Ciao amore mio" seductively into my ear. Passionately our lips meet, as if it were the first time. I smile as he finds his seat across the table. Our eyes meet and we engage in a quiet conversation only the two of us will ever understand. "To a memorable evening", he says as he lifts the glass of blood red wine with a wink of the eye. "To a memorable evening", I whisper back as I realize I am actually standing in my kitchen amongst a pile of dirty dishes and a hot stove. However, the enchantment lingers as I take a long pull from my wine glass and continue to cook dinner.
Wine, in my opinion has a seductive ability to heighten ones desire to dream. It has the power to unveil passion, romance, anger, love, lust, sadness, happiness, and confidence. It's intoxicating qualities leave me pleasantly uninhibited and dolefully unaware of the problems that surround my life. It takes me thousands upon thousands of miles away, across seas, to a balcony in Verona with the love of my life. It is my vice, my savior, my love affair. A love affair that I would like to share with others.
It wasn't until after dinner that evening, that I came up with the idea of writing this blog. I thought about how my nightly glass of wine, was my moment to unwind, to reflect, to think about all that plagued my mind throughout the day. It was my personal "Happy Hour". Although I am unique and somewhat "one of a kind", I knew that I wasn't the only person who pondered life, love, and the meaning of over a glass of wine, a beer, or a cosmopolitan for that matter. So, I began to write. Like wine, writing is a passion of mine and I often find myself writing for no particular reason. Journals and random pieces of paper encompass my life and I am strangely addicted to the randomness in which my thoughts, desires, and experiences, play out on lines of paper. And because they exist on paper, they are concrete. They are eligible for review, eligible to be shared. Luckily for you, I am feeling kind and would like to share my stories, my reflections, my thoughts and ideas. So please, pour yourself a glass of wine, a cocktail, or a beer and sit down with me. Please feel free to comment, share your thoughts, and help me reflect upon life, love, and the meaning of. This is our Happy Hour: A daily shot of life and love.
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