silver, gold
make new friends,
but keep the old.
one is silver,
the other's gold.
i learned that song when i was a wee little britto in girl scouts (brownies, i think?), and i'm reminded of it more often than most things i learned in nursery school. yesterday i was sitting in a cafe in pacific beach, a cafe that reminds me very specifically about some golden girlfriends of mine, all of whom have dispersed themselves across the world (maine, connecticut, and israel). as i looked around the room, waiting for my chai and thinking "has this place always been purple?" my eyes fell to a lovely grace of a lady standing in the archway. my mouth moved before my head even registered it, and the sound of "mook-lan!" made sense to no one but the important one in the doorway. she happened to be in town, from israel, and i happened to be in her cafe. it was a golden moment.
and to round out my throwback to friendlier golden times, i ended the evening doing something i hadn't done in maybe 5 years... i spent 2 hours talking on the phone to the only person in this world that i'm ever able to spend 2 hours talking on the phone to: the one and only doc-a-roo. and those are the best kinds of friends, as you get older: the kind that you can talk to, falling back in to a groove like time and distance had never passed between you two. i truly am lucky to have a few of them sprinkled about my life.
current mood: blessed