Backs arched over the joint of the roof, exposing midsections to the warmth of the mid-morning sun. A gentle breeze swirled together subtle music and smoke, carrying the solution down to the fallen hickory and maple leaves in the garden. To my left sat five friends: three old, two new; but all pieces of the same, ever-growing circle of one of the most magnificent groups of people I have been describing since April of 2009. The one place we had not thought of incorporating into our list of "things we should do" was the same place we ended up - sound familiar?
These people have a gift - the ability to make you fall in love with their presence. I've never felt more welcomed into this home than when I returned home from work to have six people, almost lonely-puppy esque, waiting behind the door in excitement. Maybe it was really the fact that we needed two vehicles to go do anything, but I'm going to believe that they really wanted to see us. That moment has come and gone, locked up in the vault with the rest of the memories I long to go back to when times aren't so great. A time when I could fully live in each day, leaving tomorrow - as a man once said, to worry about itself.
Right here in this very bakery, a woman once told me of her belief in the attraction of human energy. The idea that people can emit an energy so powerful that it draws them together. Let's face it, she's right. We all have particular people we would much rather spend time with, and so we plan a path that at some point leads us to them; so sometimes I think it's necessary to worry about tomorrow. One can only live their lives through nostalgia for so long before they make the decision to create a new memory. For the time being, October has become my new reminiscent thought, and I don't see why it's a mistake to look forward to the next reunion of friends. Until that time, I wish all of you safe travels, and the best of luck in your endeavors.
