Visiting an old friend, an old place, an old time. A confluence or intersection of different lives, somewhat abruptly ended and begun. Remembering the terror and wonderment of the end of the old, and the start of the new.
I am thinking fondly of those who (unknowingly or otherwise) helped to bring forth a rebirth, wishing them well, as these few years have separated so many, down so many paths, and still brought one other so much closer.
Today, for some reason, I am grateful to all of you, none of whom are likely to ever read this. And most especially, to the one who chose me as I chose her.