Fine Vintages, All

We are all fine vintages in the making, us grapes on the vine of 2024, us absorbers of this very moment and sun, we sweet beings flowing like ripe juice into barrel weeks of work, fermenting in the creased brow, days being bottled and corked with all of our hopes and dreams of our hours, saved. Someday, we will look back on this year, pop open a fine vintage of 2024, look inside like a telescope, and see how far we've come, how we were too hard on ourselves, and we will toast in joy to ourselves—you to me and me to you!