"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
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Friday, July 8, 2011
Making Friends
On a solo walk the other day, I found myself at the far end of the beach with a thunderstorm crackling and snapping around me. What had been a leisurely stroll became a full-tilt run back to the inhabited end of the strand.
So yesterday I perched closer to civilization, found myself falling into conversation with a woman as we walked the same way.
A long time ago, I co-authored a book called Single File. It was about the upside of singleness and how women need to maintain their independence even when they are married. The last few days have been a good lesson in this for me.
Meanwhile, I found myself with a new friend. I know what he was after (part of my lunch), but I savored his companionship just the same.