the beach was clearing and a delicious breeze enveloped the few that remained. the evening sky was mimicking the stripes below and close to the shore a glass of wine caught my eye. who would leave it behind, sitting on the sand, half empty? this appeared to be so south beach and of the moment. truth was lingering in my thoughts, and this glass of wine brought Ode on a Grecian Urn (John Keats) to mind. this poem reminds that ‘beauty is truth, truth is beauty’ and its arguable interpretation. truth in my thoughts. ‘in vino veritas-in wine there is truth’. was truth the message in the glass? i will not know; the glass remained sitting on the sand close to shore. an untold truth awaits to be told. and this may be the message in that glass. a luvFIND on the beach, just like the ‘grecian urn’, is left to interpretation. interpreting truth. interpretation is for thebestdressup now!