Laugh, Love, and Drink Liquor

This is the time for parties and friends and family.

Last night was a send off for a wonderful person who has caused a great commotion. The type of girl that knew how to let go and free herself to the possibilities of the moment. We all hate to see her go, but can't wait to see what she will make of her life somewhere else. She's moving away, but will be back again before too long.

Life, after all, is a series of meetings and partings. We'll see each other again and she will always be in my life. So even though she won't be available for drinks after work, she'll still be there for a phone call. We've spent the last couple of years running around this town laughing till it hurts and coloring outside the lines. I'll miss her and can't wait to see what else is next.

The evening we spent together was a gathering of old friends and a wide variety of the circles this girl travels. All of us beautiful and heartbroken at losing such a huge spark. There was dancing and laughing and a keg of micro brew. It even snowed. It was a good time with a great group of friends and stories, I was sorry to see it end even though t was three in the morning.

The night on my way home was cold and dark, the wind had picked up and there were a few flakes floating through the air. It brought me back to the town I grew up in, the late nights spent with friends in warm houses while the air outside lay frozen. I shivered as I picked my way up the sidewalk and remembered to take a few pictures of what winter really looks like at night. Everything was blanketed in the silence of snow and ice, muted by the late hour and also by the magic of a soft white blanket.

I happily slipped into bed and drifted off thinking how wonderful the evening had been. A little bittersweet, but celebratory all the same. There was love and laughter and drinking, we gathered and in a small way helped he revolution come a bit quicker.