A close friend who knows bits of my heart is visiting. Weâ€™ve known each other since we were eleven, with skinny knees and flat chests. Our conversation takes flight. We move outside the boxes of our ideas, words becoming dreams or prayers for the small pieces of future we imagine. Today there was solace. We went to the house and looked out over the still quiet landscape dusted with snow
Ripe pomegranate seeds eaten over the Scrabble board. Looking through camera lenses at each other, a bunch of digital geeks. So good to have her here today, tomorrow, the next day. She's brought pocket full of reassurance, sunbeams, laughter with her from the West.