An Old Friend

 

        I enjoyed a philosophical conversation with an old friend yesterday.  Although a good percentage of him had wandered off several years ago, the small spark that remained tried with great vigor to maintain a firm grasp on the thoughts that floated past.

        We spoke of the great universe and the precise placement of stars.  He suggested an alternate outcome had each star been moved 100 yards to the left; maintaining of course their spatial relationship to each other. 

        For a few moments there, I was feeling as though I was the one who'd wandered off.  As I was listening to his thoughts on how just 100 yards would affect the angle of the tides, the magnetic poles and the dispersion of languages across the globe, I remembered that he, in his youth, had always maintained that he was, in fact, a peripheral visionary.  He could see into the future but only way off to the side.

        At the end of our visit, I felt exhausted but glad to have spent time with an old friend.  I didn't snap his picture, as I wanted to remember him as he'll always be in my mind.

    That was my yesterday.