Just thinking of friends lost and found today when I stumbled across this picture on the net. Strange how some people can come into your life with their giggles, and honest problems, and odd fashion and shine so brightly only to fade (or submerge?) only a short time later.
Perhaps they become a symbol, a free association, an unconscious desire – a dim point of light in the evening sky of the mind.
In my personal pantheon of relationships, its often these short-lived but intense friendships that I miss the most. Indeed, in most myths, it’s always the minor deities that cause the problems. Why should it be any different for our individual experience?
I miss the blue footed booby too.