Let us linger over melodies aged for night from a world long ago when stars sparkled bright. Drink of ages newly formed in quests for accolades from sires long gone. We sing its praises as it weaves its sweet tune for hill and glen from the earth to air. Of terrane forged in fire and waters reborn, to air more untarnished in valleys and groves. Ambrosias of earth pass lips much to quick. Sip. Savor. Rejoice the bounty and the toil the sun and the stars, but ask me not which wine to drink, for that’s in another book.
