This year feels different to me. Maybe that’s what 45 year olds like me transition to once the “surface” goals lose meaning. Maybe it has to do with the impending doom or feeling of an unknown some of us feel regarding a new presidency. It’s probably the wine. But also definitely not. ⤵️

.. enjoying a glass of red listening to “Fracture” by Stephen Moccio (the only fresh take), I find myself searching for new meaning. Also new classical music. Fuck, have I been sleeping on classical. I dare you to name a better pairing than a glass of red, meat of red, and fresh takes on old tunes ⤵️