It was like this…

And then, it wasn’t.

We went different ways. We left home. And all this complexity that life is came at us full blown.

I left for Colorado. Hippies. Hitch hiking. Skiing: many traveling in dubious transport to head recklessly down slopes, as if all were capable of doing so. Huge concerts. Huge mountains. Friends from all over.

The world opened up.

But, yes: all through it: talk.

We talked in each others’s dorm rooms. At lunch. On those nutty adventures.

On the phone, long distance. We talked to each other traveling in cars across the country. We talked through the night.

Talk. Talk. Talk.

Precious talk.