A Blast From The Past

It is strange that I'm listening to be chatting away with her. With Blower's Daughter (again!) in the background, I am actually smiling and enjoying the warmth of our endless jibes, the carefree flow of a conversation. Guarded initially at the prospect of re-connecting again. Emails flowed, little by little we shared what the future holds, and speak of the past we shared, it wasn't a past I think both of us want to discuss.

And today, a touch of fate and probabilities, we meet twice in a day on our old connection. Renewal perhaps, glad we are talking again. It has been years since we chatted.