We walked, my friend and I, around the park today, striding out in the cold fresh air and after a while stopped to comment on the clarity of light: the absolute blueness of the lake as it reflected the sky, the surface of the water dotted with many birds – we breathed it in for a moment, then continued on our way, deep in conversation.
We weren’t the only ones walking and talking, but we were lost in ourselves, sharing a true friendship that words can not explain.
Pseu
http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2012/01/river-of-stones-post-your-2nd-jan-small.html
Enjoyed your small stone very much. Our friends can help us see the important things around us.
Judy
thank you, Judith
Friendship like that is very precious.
a conversation with a friend can completely occupy you both. it’s good to share so well.
I have a friend like that. Two, actually. It’s special.
you’re a lucky girl!
I’m a lucky girl
A lovely post with a profound light touch, if such an expression can exist…you do these small things so beautifully.
you flatterer, you!
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