A friend came to stay this past week. A friend from when I was young. We haven’t seen each other for 15 years, nearly as long since we spoke. Not through any angst or disagreement. Just through life. Separate paths to be trodden. And last month our paths crossed. A happy serendipitous crossing that melted the years into nothing. We are both older, wiser (may be), a touch more travelled and sun worn.
But we are still us. Still in heart those teenagers who spent hours walking and watching waves, climbing into caves and lying on big rocks in the purple heather. Watching clouds in blue skies.
It was an amazing feeling to renew that friendship. To dig into shared history. To realise that despite the years and happenings, I am still me. The essence of what makes me, is unchanged. So we enjoyed a morning out at Castle Hill. Big rocks and blue skies.
The girl in those pics, with the wonderful smile. Who my little madam adores and follows like a puppy. She’s special. She’s my friend.