I could have listened to him for hours. I could have sat there until the sun rose, until the sky bloomed gold, and until he re-drew my entire world. I loved listening to him, and watching the way his eyes lit up, and how his fingertips danced as he explained each of his vineyard blocks. How he leaned in, and how I followed, and how he tipped his hat back so we could sit as close as a whisper. We were locked inside a dream, a perfect night on a perfect beach—
