“Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anaïs Nin
.... Exploring the Beauty of Wine and Life...
My adventures in cooking and food and drink with excursions into literature and music and Fussball and other wonders that make life a beautiful and mysterious journey
World of stories that I've read and stories that I write.
I bike to work everyday in Denver