Listen on
This track comes from a very simple frame of mind: watching time slip by, knowing certain things won’t ever return, but feeling no need to dwell on that sorrow. There is an old saying—blossoms return with the spring, but youth never does—and that is roughly what this is about. After a quiet sigh, life simply moves forward as usual.
An acoustic guitar unfolds at an unhurried pace, leaving plenty of space between the ringing strings. Midway through, strings slowly enter, giving the simple melody a touch more warmth and weight. There are no dramatic swells here; it feels more like a few petals shaken loose by the wind, drifting slowly to the ground, and that’s that.
The “warm wine” in the title speaks to that same feeling. The light fades, a chill settles outside, and many of the blossoms have already fallen. So you warm a small pot of wine at the table, watching the steam rise quietly into the air.
When you are young, you tend to think there is still time for everything. Only later do you realize that some people, some places, and some years—once they are gone, they are truly gone.
The wine is still warm.
It is nice to just sit for a while.