It’s been awhile since Old Boy and I spent a morning together.
Friendships are like that sometimes, advancing and receding like waves along the shore.
Thankfully, good friends understand and good friendships withstand undulation.
When I heard Old Boy’s familiar aaawwwkkk sounding low across the water, I grabbed my camera and headed for the bluff.
He settled onto a branch and I settled onto a boulder.
We eyed each other tentatively.
Then, as good friends do… we picked up where we left off.
Comfortable in each other’s presence…
Happy to be ourselves.
“Birds of a feather flock together.” ~ Aristotle
Friendship renewed is a sweet thing indeed.
Enjoying the prospect of reconnecting with you in the coming weeks,