-Clouds-
Hello again. It is a fine Friday afternoon as I look out my window and watch the clouds roll by. I relax as a light, yet hopeful piano sonata plays on my laptop. I sip a hot cup of tea made fresh, ginger peach. I take in each sip and breathe deeply, a sort of heavenly sanctum resides in the few square feet I stand in, here by the window. I watch as people pass by on the ground floor, going about their business. I think to myself circumstances of the day, what I will be doing, what needs to be done. So I figured why not sit down and write, let my thoughts flow into words. I drink my tea and think about my life as is, where it will lead me today. Perhaps I shall I go out into the Unconscious with a few acquaintances, spend the night among friends. Perhaps I'll try something new from my cookbook, have a glass of fine wine and listen to a touch of classical music. Maybe I'll delve back into my novel. I haven't worked on that in a while. The phone rings. Interesting, no one calls much anymore.
-Forest-
Forest, my good man, it has been a while. Our conversation went on for a solid hour, talking about family, friends, the usual banter. He has always had my back no matter what I chose to do in life, and he was especially excited about the book. He wants to know more, more plot, more of a synopsis. I tell him it is far from ready. He sighed with disappointment, but I smile and tell him that it will be worth the time. He tells me he will be in town tomorrow. Most intriguing. I made a date with him, and we said our goodbyes. I smile, deep in nostalgia as I hang up the phone. Most intriguing indeed. So I ask You... How do your friends impact your life?
