I can’t seem to sleep here.
So. A story:
I was wandering around the city in July with Ryan one night; it was one of those perfect summer evenings that lent itself to firefly hunting and playground conversations and sparkler spinning. We came to a railroad crossing and he remarked that he had never walked along tracks before, not even as a curious kid, and naturally we agreed that we had to give it a try. We each took a rail and did our best, wobbling and flailing despite our tiny mincing steps, giggling at the other person’s sad attempt just before we would spin off ourselves. At one point he yelped and reached for me, and our hands met at angle in the air, above our heads. Suddenly, traversing the narrow beams was as easy as pie – we practically jogged along those tracks, laughing in wonderment at our schooling in physics and cooperation. Sure enough, as soon as we released each other’s hand we fell off sideways.
A lesson there? I like to think so. Something about things being remarkably easier in a tricky situation with someone to lean on. Everyone benefits.
Thanks for your friendship, girls.