Women thirsty for friendship can find each other the way a swift wind spins into a tornado—it is fast, and it can be final.
Sometimes there's a reluctance in it, a hesitation. Did I choose this family, or did it choose me?
Because I see you: I see your failings, I see your specialness. I see your soul—and mine agrees.
If belonging is a decision as much as an avalanche, then then I will bury us in intention and claim you for my own.
If it's circumstance—just a strong wind from the north, a snow that will maybe melt and fade—belonging to you, even for now, feels like the most beautiful, sparkling summer: too short, already memorable, and so, so warm.
Let's always meet here, in this summer garden.
