Belonging

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.