Tags
escape, friends, life, missing someone, spilled ink, spilled words, thoughts
Sitting on my usual bench in the park, thinking about a dear friend who’d always wish me a happy lunchtime… isn’t it funny how such a simple gesture can mean so much?
He’d say, “You’re on that bench again” and I’d say “Yes, it’s quiet here, I can think.”
It’s just a moment in our lives that we hardly notice, but it could make the balance right for the rest of my day.
There’s more to life than just fishing…
© Juliette Turrell
Juliette Turrell 
It’s nice to have those memories, even if it sparks a pang that only comes from missing someone.
LikeLike
That’s true… I’m richer for having been touched by their life.
LikeLiked by 1 person