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.
shared with the gypsy mama's five minute friday.