Old friend – like warm slippers or a comfy sweater, slipped back into easily. But also priceless and valued like a fine wine or beautiful jewellery – because of the backstory and provenance. Together, reunited – as we were thirty-five years ago – not crumpled and a wee bit worn – but light, liberated, laughing.
5 thoughts on “Half way along the river… there stands a friend”
I find this is true – years melt away, and we are left with the gem of true friendship.
*Hi Barb, thanks for visiting and commenting. 🙂 *
Oh Anne, you could just be talking about my friend and I ,so very,very true.
This is so beautiful and so true
*Wow, thanks Dan. What a lovely thing to say. 🙂 *