Reconnecting with longtime friends is good for the soul. It’s a simple truth that lost among the peaks and valleys of life are so many of those whom we once held close. This has often caused me great sadness and guilt as I witness bonds that were once strong become brittle with neglect, finally snapping when that last wave of disparity crashes in, sending us drifting to different oceans. Yet found among the cold shoreline tombstones are the footprints that never seem to fade away, those pieces, given to us by each other, woven into our personalities. The convoluted tracks could never be repeated, traveling in hops, skips, jumps and spirals that lead nowhere in particular, except for where we are now.
Sunset at an isolated beach near Big Sur.
But every now and then, a set of tracks stands out among the chaos and a clarity can be traced through a great history. It is such with those in our lives that know us not for chapters of moments, but for novels of time. The older we get, the more important these people become because it gets harder to establish the deep rapport that results from travelling many peaks and valleys together.
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