Carinyena Grape Mood by Luken

Seven AM has always been a special hour,
the time when night and day are crossing their ways.
It is the coldest time of the day and you are tired,
it is the moment when you start off harvesting grapes.
The coffee has rolled over the car's floor and burned your legs,
the pivotal instant when limbs are tired of hours of dancing;
at this juncture the sea becomes red and the sun meets Carinyena.