Very late one summer evening in July we took a walk, my dear friend and I. We rarely see each other, but when we do, I always feel like home. At rest. Because she has a permanent suite in my heart and having a friend like her is a gift.
We walked and talked, in the rain. Laughed and stumbled in a ditch. Took some photographs as we went.
The night grew darker in that light summer rain and for some hours the world was perfect.