I am so psyched

I just spoke with a friend I'd lost touch with from high school. It's been ten years. I should feel old saying that, but I'm still slightly drunk off the gewurtztraminer.

The conversation lasted maybe fifteen minutes. It goes beyond hearing a familiar voice, but seeing him in my mind and sharing memories, and most of all, not settling for merely living in the past. Finding that there may be good times to come in the future. Realizing that you can renew ties and share interests and happiness. That strangers and friends can be the same people. No matter how much time has passed.

Joy! Onto the cabernet-merlot!