Morning After

One cup of tea into my day and I am remembering parts of who I am.

A visit with a long known friend can do that, remind us of ourselves.

They are familiar: their cadence, what they notice, how they laugh.

Over dinner last night we caught up; what is new, how we are navigating our worlds, what we want and where we struggle.

But it was the magic of the walk afterwards that has me grateful for our friendship Aa we revealed to one another who we still are and how we have grown.