cranberry fermentz
There is a quarter full glass of cranberry juice atop my desk.
It is more than a few days old.
As the days passed, I would notice the consistency of the liquid was taking on a darker hue, and during the last two days, had become somewhat cloudy.
I would pick it up, turn it to the light, and swill the juice around, watching disgustedly the various colours blend.
Tonight I promised myself for the sixth time I would muster the energy and diligence to drain away the juice into a sink, but again I succeeded in only swilling the contents around in deep frustration.
Tonight would be different; I slowly raised the glass to my nose and took a sniff.
And encountered the most exquisite, divine, sweet wine fragrance I ever had the luxury of indulging.