Windswept memories unclouded by countless years were stacked against the worn wood fence. A hint of honeysuckle circled in spaces between hay bales and cow pastures, pleasantly familiar. While birds tapped out a rhythm on the fence, the two talked of days gone by, and days to come. Urgency mingled with the longing to keep the moment alive.
Friendship measured and metered by memories that remind them both how good it is to be alive.
2013-06-15 © k~