the days following spotenaeity and romance... wednesday, they joined their wine club for an evening of tasting languedoc wines in a yaletown apartment on the twelfth floor. they feasted on prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, on imported french cheeses, on andouille, on stewed mediterranean vegetables with lamb sausage. there was a view of the ocean, and passing ships through its mist, from the high rise. he offered the monthly lesson, and impressed the group with his brilliantly researched lecture on the economics of wine. she offered him a proud look from across the room, over her glass. wine club: a sophisticated gathering filled with many generations, with many origins, with many languages. they sipped their way through six bottles of languedoc wine, they soaked in the company, they returned home thoroughly satisfied by tastes, by people they admire. the following day, she took a moment between working to revel in the spring warmth. she found a seat at the outdoor cafe of the downtown art gallery, took off her trench coat and sipped a hot pot of ginger tea. she read a paperback, she donned large black sunglasses, she greeted the white puppy beneath her feet. that evening, she met a couple to book their
wedding photography and she fell in love with their sweet plans for a local, intimate event with lemonade and little black dresses, followed by a honeymoon in paris.
