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Last weekend I drank a lot, only wine, but I shared at least two bottles with a friend. Between my sips of godly nectar I spent time collaborating on music, playing guitar, singing songs and as the dusk turned to night, I became more than friends with my companion. I will spare the intimate details, but when it was over our friendship sat unsecured and our hearts looked at the world in different directions. I shamefully viewed myself in the mirror and noticed faint lines of age, not wisdom, renting space among my feminine and attractive features. I realized, I am not a girl anymore. I am a woman. I need to leave this dreadful vapid town.
