How to plant a vineyard, part 17: The element

Elemental. I don’t know about Wikipedia, but in my personal encyclopedia, it’s a beast. In ten minutes, it can transform hope into hopelessness, love into pure anger. Such is the power of the element, and such is the impotence I discover within myself.

The day after the element, a man soaked to the skin because the rain won’t let up, fights the consequences, corrects, and tries to restore the previous state. What does the element teach us? Curses against the heavens? Repentance? Missing. The element teaches us nothing; like ants, we move on, forward. Because the winemaker has no other choice. Damn it, it’s all his own doing.