There’s something to be said about a glass half full, about knowing when to say when. We don’t say when because there’s something about the possibility–of more. More love, more wine, more anything. More is better. I think it’s more of a floating line, a barometer of need. Of desire. And it depends on what’s being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there is no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. However, half full or half empty, it’s always a beautiful glass.
