Some Things Don't Change

I remember the first day I met her. I was impressed by the force of her clear sense of self. I would not have thought then this was the beginning of a friendship that would continue to grow over the years. I must admit, rarely have the moments of meeting the people who would form the cast of my life been obviously pivotal. Instead, they were caught within the casual experiences of mundane activities of daily life. However, these people –those I consider true friends- have eased some of the pains of life when it was anything but mundane.

Now that our worlds are a thousand of miles away, we have a brief revival. One evening in week of hectic schedules we meet and things seem so familiar… Eight years ago I bought sofa, with a criteria of it being large enough to fit her sleeping body when she came to visit. Those days of late night inebriation and marathon discussions ended with a pillow and blankets on the couch. Now, several years later, our topics have changed, and the drinks are bit more refined but the evening still ends the same.