morning glory...

I call, she calls... we chat for an hour here, an hour there.  It keeps us connected, up to date with the roller coasters of daily life. But I still miss her. On a whim, we decided to meet at the beach for a walk...

We walked for miles. Almost five. She introduced me to this beach so many years ago. The place you go when you want {need!} to feel like you are on vacation.  We used to pile kids and pails and swim noodles and chairs on our laps while we navigated the boardwalk in the golf cart shuttle.  Today we walked, unencumbered.  Through the mangroves, up and down the beach. Our chatter spun around us like the breeze, and the stories of the spring and summer washed over our souls, as the waves splashed against our bare feet. Too much time had passed, and sharing the morning felt like coming home.