Look at this. Just… look at this.
Lindsey… The kind of beautiful that makes you forget what you were going to say. Natural, unforced, the real thing. And Sharka, with those soulful eyes, gorgeous in that way only dogs who’ve been loved properly and know it can be.
Cheap wine in the coastal Bonny Doon tasting room in Davenport, where the world drops off into the Pacific and nobody’s pretending to be anything they’re not.
This is what matters. Not the Michelin stars or the Instagram-perfect moment.
This: a stunning woman; the most interesting dog in the world; wine that doesn’t lie to you or make you feel like you’re drinking your regrets; an afternoon that reminds you why you bothered to get out of bed this morning.
Somehow I lucked into this: the company, the light, the wine. Lindsey laughing, Sharka knowing exactly where she belongs.
Maybe this is love.
Maybe this is happiness.
I’ll worry about what it isn’t later.
I pray you, do not fall in love with me,
for I am falser than vows made in wine.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It