The small cafe is almost empty on this bright Fall morning.I walk in and gaze across the wood floor to a lighted booth in the corner.He turns, smiles and stands.I drift towards my friend and we embrace for a few seconds.
I have not seen him for twenty-five years and yet the sparkle in the eye,the mischief of that long ago boy is still there.I relax and know that we will once again connect.
I have so many things that I want to know.How did he get to this distant state?Why did he leave our town?What are the things that give him pleasure in the here and now?What does he remember with satisfaction? What does he believe?These are things that can't be conveyed in e-mails.
I recall once he wrote of the feeling that he has when he is in a crowd, of seperateness and aloneness.I want to talk about that and tell him what I have learned about that state of being.And to remind him how easily we talked back then.
We have prayed for each other over the last few years;our families,our health issues.I hope that I can tell him that I feel that support and it matters.
The hour or two flies by as it always did and it's time to return to our lives.I don't like the good-bye.
2 comments:
I hang on every word... felt like I was walking into the cafe with you...
Ryan, thank you for writing.This one wrote itself and I felt like I had really been there.Writing puts me out of time and space and let's me be where I can't be physically.I think you understand.
Your pictures are stunning!!!
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