Friends

 

I’m thinking we would have been good friends, and yes – I understand the differences between us.  You’re there and I’m here.  We eat different foods and have experienced completely different lives, but we tend to agree on so much.

We both enjoy seeing the mountains off in the distance and breathing the fresh country air.  Neither of us likes to be tied down, or ever go to the city.

We know some of the same people, I’m sure.   You get annoyed by the noise of the cars zipping along the road, as do I, when I’m trying to sleep.  Speaking of sleep, I’ve never understood how you can sleep standing up like that, and even when it looks like you’re asleep, I see you swatting at the flies.

Norman, today.