I woke up thinking about my friends. One of them lives in the city, and she has been a recent, happy addition to my life. When I was young, I read her books and marveled at how cool and wonderful she was, never imagining that I would meet her in person. As an adult, I met her through
mage_imbroglio, and we unexpectedly stumbled on a mutual love of fantasy/science fiction.
Visiting her is a wonderful experience. Even though she's a generation ahead of me, we have a most playful vibe when we're together. Within moments of seeing her, I feel sixteen again, and we are suddenly both giggling and talking about all kinds of foolish and wonderful things.
The last time I saw her I hadn't even reached her door before I realized that it was cracked open just a bit. She peered out at me from behind it, eyes sparkling, excitedly declaring, "You won't recognize me!" And I didn't---she had changed her hair quite radically, and her delight in it was infectious.
Every time I'm there, I'm more enchanted by her company. She is both generous and kind, and has extended much goodness in my direction. I can't wait to see her again. I hope it's soon.