Someday You Will Know. All This Weariness Was Waiting for You.

On a weekend afternoon when yellow sunlight poured in at an angle through the window gap. The April breeze left a cold lingering chill, gently awakening the branches that had curled up all winter. That breeze passed my cheek gently, like the fingertips of someone dear. I send my heart floating in that breeze. All this time I am enduring while catching my breath in the season called exams. This evening I took out a bottle of Chateau Talbot. A Saint-Julien 4th Grand Cru Classe wine, 2011 vintage... As the deep red light fills the glass, I am wrapped in a feeling as if meeting a very old memory. It is not simply grapes and oak barrels -- perhaps it is time itself that has become liquid. 2011. That year I was probably immersed in something. What was it? A question, a worry, perhaps a small dream. And now, that wine of 2011 is before me here in 2025. Fourteen years. The wine has been quietly maturing in that time. Not going anywhere, not being impatient -- just becoming itself, at its own pace. I want to be like that too. Not comparing myself to anyone, not being impatient -- just quietly maturing in my own time. Even if I feel like I am standing still now -- no, I am changing. Slowly, surely, in my own vintage.