We met for breakfast, my dear friend and I, happily chatting between mouthfuls of copious amounts of food - the 1990 Harvest Special at Cora's. After many cups of coffee and admitting defeat to the last piece of cinnamon swirl French toast we took a walk. It had been a long time since we'd spend time together outside of the monthly dinners we have, to just be. We talked as we walked along the picture perfect main street of our town, slipping in and out of the quaint little shops, admiring each fresh blossom sprouting out of lawns and potted plants as we made our way to the waterfront.The water was dead calm, gently lapping onto the rocky shore and we perched on a few large boulders to breath in the beauty and peace. It was a day of noticing the beauty in all that we saw -- the tiny blue flowers blanketing the pathways; the cardinal in the tree singing for his mate; the pair of Canada geese just out for a leisurely swim; the simplicity in the little century-old cottages with brightly painted doors; the freshness of the springtime breezes; and the warmth that comes with sharing a day with someone who has been a close friend for over 20 years.
And as we walked to our cars and hugged our goodbyes I couldn't help but think to myself,
l i f e
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g o o d.
beautiful photos.
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