This tiny rural town saw a significant increase in traffic yesterday. Home to less than fifty year round residents, the numbers ballooned to over 300 as visitors from near and far converged at the community hall to register for a weekend of fun. My connection to this little place is arm’s length at best but one couldn’t hep but delight in watching old friends meet – some for the first time in fifty years – reconnect and reminisce. How lovely it must be to have enjoyed your childhood in one tiny town where there were no strangers.
It was early evening when I arrived back home. I thought it might be a quiet night alone but I was joined by an old friend of my own and while our friendship is not quite twenty years old, we shared an evening of giggles as we too reminisced over our many shared experiences.
Friendship. Twice loved.
Twice-Loved 