thirty

A dear friend of mine celebrated her thirtieth birthday earlier this week.  We first met during the summer of 2005 and have celebrated our birthdays together, in one way or another, ever since.  This year she is upstate at a writing workshop carving beautifully sad prose out of the life she is living now, and out of lives she is just beginning to learn:

Thirty, by then, was the shoreline coming closer, the way an outline finds itself filled with green, and then, finally, trees, as you move toward it.
(Erica Sklar, What Happens When You Turn Thirty)