a delicious vintage

amongst friends but all alone

the lyric from the brit-pop band james resonated deeply in my fifteen year-old heart.

a dramatic little thing, wasn't i?  but i suppose all teenagers are.

to my dismay, i learned that high school didn't have a monopoly on loneliness:  my late twenties, at home with babies, were even more isolating.

but a light (a Light even?) shines in my thirties.

i wouldn't yet call myself "amongst friends" but neither do i feel all alone.  friendships grow, not like the wildflowers, which spring up overnight in bursts of violet and gold.  mine age like wine, slow and deliberate.

i learn to savor every sip.

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