Reconnection

We spent JW's last day in LA seaside with Potter whom I hadn't seen in 22 years.  In photos from our senior year in college we're always wearing each other's clothes, an unconscious expression of our closeness.  Barefoot, the cold ocean numbed my toes, as we strolled, falling into an easy rhythm sharing information and truths. Our conversations two decades ago were filled with dreamy notions about the future, and here we were on the other side of the country tracking our stories.  The comfort and familiarity didn't surprise me, but the distance we've traveled since our last encounter seems implausible.  So much life has been lived in a blink of an eye.