The fog was creeping over the bluffs like long fingers as the sun began to set on the horizon. A crisp wind hit my hand and led me to grip the glass a little tighter. I wrapped the blanket closer to my shoulders and took a sip. As the deep red liquid ran through me I felt a sudden warmth spread across my cheeks and a smile break over my face. My mind filled with glimpses of the juvenile adventures and endless laughter that had occupied the weekend. The taste of joy lingered on my lips as I absorbed my idle moment.

It was the first evening alone in a while, and the weather was horrible outside. A warm blanket, good movie and a bottle of the Syrah were all we needed to have one of the best nights in a while. The conversation was fun and light, the wine spectacular...we didn't finish the movie. It's nice to be Idle.

We went for a night walk and found ourselves sitting on a bench, glowing from the rays of the partial moon. No one else seemed to be around. We opened up a bottle of wine and drank from two different sized glasses. The conversation flowed organically in between sips of indulgence. Eye contact was constant, looking deeper during heartfelt moments. The bottle was empty after hours but it felt like minutes, an Idle moment in time that will never be forgotten.

The fire filled across the top of the oven dome as the dough, cheese, and sauce raced towards done, just inches away from the roaring flames of oak logs. Outside the oven a lively crowd waited, sharing a bottle of Idle Cabernet Sauvignon. The mood was light, the air crisp, the food plentiful, and the wine a perfect companion for this gathering of friends. The party was joyful, and the moment was Idle.