Saturday, February 03, 2007

If only for a short while, our cares, our responsibilities were carried away by the breeze. Instead, there we were, parking our rears on the kerb. And so we sat there, and talked the hours away. Candid humour, if there was ever such a thing. We ought to do it more often, but then as one of the guys so astutely pointed out, you just can't replicate it. Its a lot like writer's inspiration. It just happens. And though it may be true that what we talked about wasn't the stuff of magic, it did help us learn more about ourselves and each other, and we came off feeling better for it. Candid humour. What could be better?

i heard the crickets at 1:15 am

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