Red

Back to the fruit of the vine again. In my glass it is almost black-red, and darkly glimmering.

Red swept over the maps last night. It probably tinged my face when I realized the inevitable outcome. I know some eyes today that are reddened, as well.

There are other reds, though. (Like this one I sip.) The line of hedges at the end of the driveway have turned their leaves to silky red confetti. The sun, as it set, was coppery-red -- it will rise (inevitably) and I'm sure red will be represented in the sky.

We could have used a lot more blue earlier, however.