Like Fine Wine
I stood there going up on the escalator. I must have looked back two or three times (maybe even smiled)...and then I was out of sight. At the top I went through security and looked for my gate. I was early so I sat down at the pre-board seating. I had a Robert Heinlein novel in my hand but I just could not bring myself to read it. So I just rested my head on the back and closed my eyes to think.

I realized that I felt a warmness begin to wane. I didn't want it to go. But don't think that this is an ending. Rather, it is part of a beginning. A thought came into my head. It was this: Sometimes the best of things in life are like a bottle of fine wine. It begins with a certain amount of the best ingredients. Then you choose the right kind of barrel you want to ferment the wine in. After careful monitoring and time, you bottle it and put it in a cellar. Time again does the rest, but it is not without work. The vinter will turn the bottles every now and again and closely monitor the cellar temperature. After a great deal of time, only then it can be properly enjoyed.

Time. I guess that's how beautiful things in life come into frution. That's a lesson I've learned this weekend. It seems so simple, but the very result can be elaborately beautiful in many ways.