Last Rose of Summer

A few days ago, on Wednesday, it got really hot, for around here at least. The day dawned clear and fogless. The temperature briefly hit 99 or 100 around two in the afternoon. I called and told Heidi that I was bringing home the case of half bottles of Pinot Noir that we'd talked about. She said, "It's so hot. Doesn't a bottle of rose sound good?". It did sound good so I walked over to the tasting room and asked for a bottle only to be told that it was gone and had been pulled. They said they could find me a bottle, and sure enough Heather had two in her office. I took one of them home and stuck it in the freezer after pouring out a glass on the rocks for Heidi. I had a glass an hour or so later as I was frying up a steak for the two of us. It frosted up the glass and glowed pink briefly, and then like the summer it was gone.