The burning logs crackle as the fire takes hold. The heat builds slowly as the piano keys massage the knots in my head.

I watch the rouge legs of wine as the next piece fits in place. One more piece, then the next. One step at a time.

They say that ‘good things come to those who wait’ and that ‘patience is a virtue’. But time is not on our side, and nothing was ever built by waiting alone. The wine can speak to that.

The next piece fits into place. Today I wait. Tomorrow I build. One piece at a time.