Wine, frozen in time, that’s what all those bottles in the cellar turned out to be. And like our friends and family and life in general they are subject to a constant barrage of elements resulting in a permanent state of change. Think of a wine cellar (or closet) as a laboratory of change in which the wines stored will surprise, delight, disappoint and occasionally be opened at the very perfect moment they were meant to be.
Like my fig tree outside in the back. Three days ago some of the figs were ready. Now some other ones are. But the ones that were ready three days ago and didn’t get picked, now are suffering, oxidized and cooked from sitting under high temps for days. Then under a leaf in the blazing noon day a little fig will poke their head out and you will pick it and it will be cool inside. Much like wine.
Carrying water, waiting for the wine. Outside we turn to problems, like how to sell more Prosecco or Soave. More Chianti, draw it up, serve it, carry it, sling it, and go back for more. Like little kinetic stone statues. So many of us, drawing water, carrying it to the river, to the sea, to the ocean. Life as it is, in this passage and in every circumstance. Accompanied by constant change, humming, drumming, tapping, relentless.