Food Fetish
You are standing on a hill overlooking a vineyard. For as far as you can see all you see is the green rolling hill filled with grape vines. You smell the sticky sweet aroma of sweet ripe grapes ready for harvest. The sun is beating down on you warming you all the way down to your bones. You are wearing a white button up shirt that is loose and the first three buttons are unbuttoned. Your pants are black and fitted to you. You just stand on the hill breathing in the fragrance of the grapes. ...