All week it sat in the cabinet. Clean. Polished. Untouched. Not because you were too busy. But because life felt a little dimmer. Unusual. But tonight. Something shifted. Not a big change. Just a small spark. Like the kind that comes. When you finally notice. The quiet beauty of your own breath. You reached for the glass. You chose a bottle without overthinking. And as the wine flowed in. It was as if the glass itself remembered. How to glow. The color deepened. The aroma lifted. And suddenly the room felt warmer. Not because anything happened. But because you softened enough. To let the light in. When Wine Mirrors the Heart: Some pours aren’t for celebration. They’re for reawakening. Wine has this gentle way. Of reminding you. That embers still count as fire. And that even the smallest spark. Deserves to be honored. You don’t need a reason. Just a moment. Just a willingness. To feel a little alive again. The Sip That Found the Light: The first taste wasn’t dramatic. It was grounding. A soft reminder. That joy doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it returns. As a whisper. A warmth. A glow inside a single glass. Your Turn Have you ever poured a glass on a night when your spirit finally felt ready to rise again? Share the moment or drop a ✨ if you’ve ever felt a little more alive with just one quiet sip. Cheers 🍷