The train left the tunnel for a minute, crossed the bridge, and revealed rows of people in their t-shirts, lines up along the water and basking in the sunlight. Indian Summer. We sat at an outdoor cafe, and I took my jacket off, just because I could.
It was an evening of gathering up the threads of friendships neglected. Of remembering how much I love these people, and the person they make me. Of the simplicity of hours of laughter. I am grateful.
Sometimes, you have to let it be, just as simple as that.
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