Prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

It's dark.  In the background behind us sounds weave their way to us on the breeze of those who are still drinking up the evening.  But where we are is quiet, framing the sounds of the ocean crashing before our feet.

We laugh, giddy with life and giddy with alcohol, as we settle into the warm sand beneath us.  We sip on our fruity alcohol furtively, knowing the illegality of the act that we are engaging in, but also safe in the knowledge that nothing will happen to us, not on this glorious night.

We're in Hawaii.  That's true.  THAT happened. 

"Take this in." I say to Hannah.  Or she says to me.  Does it really matter much?  When you've known each other since the age of eight, conversation often becomes co-authored.  They are her words as much as they are mine.

I breathe in the soft warm air that dances around our skin, and feel alive.  I'm here.  She's here.  We've made it so far in our friendship, through dramas and stories, separations and excuses.  And finally we find ourselves fully straddled in adulthood, and are okay with that.  And we're okay with each other, all the trials and tribulations having been washed out to sea long before this warm beach evening.

And everything is okay.  We are caught in this timeless moment, together, knowing that we are rolling around in the deliciousness that life has to offer with our mouths open and bellies full.

At the same time, we know this is but one moment that we are adding to the scrap book of our friendship, and there are many blank pages before us that we can paste down the experiences of our exquisite lives.


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