Her husband said we were two peas in a pod. He said it was a shame we haven’t lived close enough to be part of each other’s day-to-day life all along. And now we are both alone, and I’ve come to visit for a while, but I’ve been a little too comfy with my oldest, dearest friend. And too well-then-care-of, what with the toasted tomato sandwiches with just-picked tomatoes. It would be so much easier to stay here and enjoy the conversation over coffee, and the cribbage by candlelight out on the porch, with a glass of wine.
But change is in the air, it’s time to move on, for both of us. I will move along tomorrow, heading for coastline and lighthouses. And that’s as far as my plan goes. Her plan is still writing itself. I looked into this gazing ball in her garden today, and wondered if it were a crystal ball would I want to know the future? Would she? Or would we rather keep putting one foot in front of the other and trust that we are heading down just the right path for ourselves? Okay, maybe just a little peek???
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 