Thirteen years ago I drank sunshine from a glass, courtesy of a certain diocesan priest. For thirteen years I have looked for that drink. Every bottle I bought was a disappointment – too green, sharp, sour, shallow, …

Until today. Oddly enough, courtesy of another diocesan priest, for whom I did some translations and to whom I wrote, when he said a particular abstract was for a conference in Alsace, “Ah, padre, you must look out for a wine called Gewurztraminer”. And so this evening of what seems to be the last day of summer was lit by friendship (Ruslana has just returned from visiting her family), good news (she has a permanent job, no more scraping together a few hours cleaning here and some babysitting there), and half a bottle each of glorious liquid sunshine.

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