Today I picked up the best friend I had in high school from her home 10 minutes from mine, and we drove to the eastern suburbs to have a picnic at Waverley Cemetery, something we did three years ago, when we both were in our first year of university.
We had smoked salmon and dill dip with jatz, a diet can of cola for her, a regular strength can of cola for me, a packet of chicken crinkle cut chips and a packet of mild salami. Overlooking the coast, the view was split into two very different blues, both as equally as pungent in tone and colour, one sky, one sea. We were encircled by the tiny wrens, we managed to spot a couple of the dominating blue wrens, that chirped excitedly around us as we munched and caught up.
Sometimes, it's hard to keep a friendship going, but I think sometimes when really look into things like that, and you'll realise, they're just phases of people, when the clogs and wheels just aren't co-operating, it's just a dip. The beautiful people stay beautiful, their countenances will remain with them, despite all the goings on in life, despite all the different decisions that people make around them that will ultimately affect them, they are inherently kind and caring and full of love.
This is such a comforting thing to me and I really do love the people whom I call my friends, a lot.
And also, I really miss Annette today...
10 days.
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