What do you say? Ten years ago any bastion of creativity left me in a fit of anger. All thoughts of inspiration died along with it. Nothing, no one, could bring anything back. I've strolled along without a point, a reason, a will. I follow what I think is right, ending up going the wrong way.
Sure, I've helped myself . Counting on others was another way. A new friendship sparks then dies just as quickly. To my surprise, all is not lost on sparking that creativity. I find an old friend has popped up and has brought back memories of days of summers long ago. Through our medium we talk and find our conversations pick up at some point near where we left off. One doesn't know the other chose a path that took them away from the area. The other doesn't know one has followed a path close to home.
In rekindling old friendships, one finds that there are too many similarities to the daily mass of noise which passes for conversation. Usually, the other end of the exchange is somewhat likened to a co-worker bragging about their golf game. Not so in this case. The voice speaking to you is receptive and friendly. Either through words displayed or through spoken tones, your friend is expressed with the subtle nuances and inflections you remember. Those are often lost in conversations these days.
No, the daily exchange of information from the odd person here or there clamoring for your attention spoils you of the essence of meaningful conversation. Then your friend shows up. You pass a few quips back and forth to get things rolling. Before you know it, you're embraced in the joy of your friends company. Their words tumble over you with freshness. You feel their company, though the distance is great.
That's where I am with my friend. My heart leaps to see them present. Not in a romantic way. There is so much more to it than that. So much joy there in knowing the person at the other end of this exchange is happy. Happy in life and happy to talk to me. It compells me to be happy. To forget ten years of a wrong road traveled. To breathe again.
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