I spent last Thursday evening with my dear friend M. We’ve known each other for 21 years. 21 years! I didn’t actually realize it had been that long until I did the math just now. There have been lot of changes in each other over time, mostly (I think) in a good direction–but our friendship has been constant. We’ve grown up from being two punky black-clothes-wearing teenagers who wanted to be vampires to a wanna-be blood doctor and a professor of literature with a special interest in funereal rites and death. So perhaps things don’t actually change.
It was a quiet evening spent chatting on her couch petting her incredibly furry dog, sadly cut short by a snowstorm. Our respective lives are getting busy again, but I hope to see her soon.