Sans Liege Mourvedre
She’d been asking you to teach her for weeks. You now walk hand in hand down the forest path. Quietly passing the wild growing oregano with it’s little purple flowers and a lone blueberry shrub- you know you are getting close. The leather knapsack swung high on your shoulder is packed with passionfruit jam sandwiches, roasted nori snacks, chocolates and wild cherry chews. The path opens to a slow flowing river. Together you search the shore for the perfect rock. You pick one up letting her feel its smooth surface. Holding her little hand in yours you pull back and release, watching it skip one, two times before sinking into the cool water. She finds a small flat rock and casts it just like you showed her. One, two, three times it skips. She turns and smiles her little face lit with joy.