Fair and Weathered Friends
We sat on a bench pointed toward the sea like two women twice our age. I clutched my binoculars in one hand ready to spy anything (or anyone) worth my interest and I tsked the young man out on the coastal rocks by himself. She marveled at the constancy of the ocean waves and how they made our troubles seem small and remote. We fell into easy silences and I scooched closer to keep her warm. We have been side by side friends since we were twelve years old. We struggled through puberty and big eighties hair together. We bravely took
