Wine country. Here we come. Nothing like spending a week in the French countryside, sipping deep reds and local fare, enjoying the history and beauty of the region. (Not that I’ve ever done this before, except for a brief half day stop in Grenoble once as an ungrateful teen boy more interested in trying to get sexy with his fellow exchange students or getting loaded.)

Still. This world is beautiful, and there is wonder, even in a war zone.

Here’s hoping we’re not walking into one.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 141 words, novel: Father Lightning