I sit at the cellar door today. Nobody comes. Sometimes a car goes on without rush. No task today in the cellar. Unbelievable. Or this is my decision for now. I do this cellar because I like this work and I love to spend time here and just look at it.
During the recent years I created a rhythm. Or a rhythm I did not know before created me. It is about time. This work is time. The time of the wine. I wait for it then I do the work. This is winemaking.
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