Wine. You know what’s rather strange? In both Colorado and Ohio, people have tried to tempt me into staying by brewing mead for me. This is very random given how little alcohol I drink, but I love mead. Both of these men know it. And both of them have started brewing batches they one day hope to drink with me… months from now.

Honey wine awaits me wherever I go.

Why then, do I still feel like my heart is breaking inside of me?