Dearest, It seems like a lifetime since we’ve seen each other, that unbroken circle of friends. Once young in body, and mind, now young at heart and soul. Joyful voices in continuous harmony year after year after year. We’ve seen each other through life trials and pure jubilation, marriages and children, break ups and growing …
I remember froggy little voices in low whispers in between belly busting laughter. I peaked in. Nothing good was coming from the huddle in the corner. I smile a little smile anyway. A crash, a bang. Your eyes wide with surprise, temporarily frozen in place, caught red-handed. Stumbling through an explanation that seemed perfectly logical …
The beauty of life is, it is forever changing. Like the seasons, it can be warm and full of life, crisp and full of color, ice cold and full of endings with the promise of the next beginning. Change. Excruciatingly painful if we fight what needs to come to an end. Trying to keep in …
