From the second step beyond my quaint entry door, I breathe deeply, and take the time to notice the swirling details of the ironwork surrounding me. The ambient light causes the sky to appear in a delicate violet hue. The air is crisp, but mild, and I take a moment to savor each sip from my glass before allowing it glide down my throat. The first of the fallen leaves move with me as I move, and the man next door returns to his home for the evening.
After years of longing for and awaiting this place, I finally feel the beginning of my dream unfold, with the final taste of Le Vin Rose lingering on my tongue during the quiet moment where I let the breeze flow past me for an extra second longer.
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