I had the pleasure of spending some rare time with an old friend a few days ago.
The mother of Basil (RIP) actually.
Sometimes things do come together to create the perfect non storm of connection.
We sat swinging our legs from her wonderful, new verandah. The weather was perfect. Could have been scripted. We were transported on our own friendship stage (cf video).
I truly love those precious moments of a collective soul sigh. Thank God for old friends. Old Nick Cave loving friends.
And then I remembered I had written about friendship before so I won’t go on again.
(And if I do say so myself, I don’t need to. I think that old post, bursting with profundity, says it all… mostly…)