In Memory of a Friend's Nonno

Let there be comfort and be known
When you look down from above
To see the beauty you have sown
You'll find a family full of love

Indulgence

Tonight, I feel indulgence is not chocolate or a fancy meal, but a good conversation with a friend that lingers long after, that brings a smile in after-thought, that seems too short even as day converts to night, that obliterates the surrounding chatter into noise, that creates a longing for the next conversation.


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Human

Is it human to feel serenity in the power of cello music in the dark car cabin, as the voiceless GPS device projects each turn onto a dark background? That was the feeling I had last night as I navigated through the streets to find my reacquainted friend's home. I was used to a voice guiding me to the destination, but this night, there was no voice, only cello music. The lights from the street lamps outside provided a sense of romanticism. Thoughts of reminiscence and fantasy flashed through my mind like the scenes from a movie. When I arrived, the music had ceded to the Bluetoothed voice of my friend on the car's speakers, asking me to come on up.


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