An evening that seldom comes

There is lots one wishes for in the company of friends. It could be anything. It's not the superficial, the material, no none of that, but a choice you make when you sit amongst people you were growing up with, that memory is now the mirror to the present. How very fascinating! Life offers opportunities all the time. There is something hugely vague about them. There is something tantalisingly strange about these evenings. You're not really living then, you're floating. You're telling yourself, and others, the simple truths of life. A simple, innocent chuckle, goes a long way in ironing out creases.