I chose to allow myself to be engulfed by the idea of relaxation after turbulent mindfulness from a frantic life pace.   I am offered the means to escape in the form of a beautiful Bordeaux glass.  I close my eyes to sigh for a moment before I commit to the next adventure as he enters the room sleek as a dream.  Tailored trousers, silk shirt & a fedora tilted slightly to the left (for humor or style, I have yet to discover). 

I embrace the glass to inhale its story only to be swept up to the dance floor, inhaling the nape before me is history of European decent, but all the antiquated passion of a Latin dancer.  I catch a glint of rich burgundy as the light glimmers in & out of time or tempo.  I wonder if my arms will weary from our braceo… as the Flamenco seems to quicken & yet suspend time.  Finally I enjoy a sip of velveteen nectar that I’d been rewarded after a cross-body lead through infinite space. 

In a feeling of finality & eternity my heartbeat quickens, abruptly I draw in a large breath & open my eyes widely to take in the vision I’ve romanced.  To my amazement I find myself engulfed in the comforts of the same leather chair I arrived to with the same glass in front of me.  Within the glass I notice a ripe black cherry, 3 juicy blackberries, gently resting upon vanilla kissed foam and a note tied to the bottom of the glass stating simply…’Remember’. 

Now this was a Merlot to remember!