It sat on the table. Still. Unmoving. Like it knew something you didn’t. The room felt heavy that week. Too many thoughts. Not enough breath. But tonight. A breeze slipped through the window. Soft. Cool. Different. And somehow. That simple shift in the air. Felt like permission. Permission to pause. Permission to let go. Permission to open what had been waiting. The cork eased out gently. Not a pop. A release. And the first scent that rose. Warm, Round, Certain. Felt like the moment the wind changed inside you too. When the Air Decides the Pour: Some bottles don’t open on schedule. They open on instinct. On atmosphere. On the subtle turn of your own energy. Wine listens. More than we think. And sometimes. It waits for the wind. To catch your breath. To soften your shoulders. To tell you now. The Taste of a Shift You Didn’t Know You Needed: There’s power in tiny changes. A breeze. A breath. A quiet moment where your soul unwinds. This pour wasn’t dramatic. It was steady. Grounding. A reminder that change doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it drifts in gently. Like wind through an open window. Your Turn Have you ever opened a bottle because the moment finally felt lighter? Tell us about it or drop a 🌬️ if a small shift has ever changed your entire evening. Cheers🍷