XXXI
Two fellow travelers here on this planet. One I have known for the last five years. Over that time we became close, drifted apart, and then back together. Becoming the best of friends. The other I have not known for nearly as long but I have still formed a bond with.
The three of us tromped through the mud at Mendon Ponds one afternoon and finally found a dry hill to drink some beer on. We sat there and stared at the clouds and the sky while we polished off the six-pack I had brought with me. It was good to take a break. To relax. To de-stress. I did not do that nearly enough last year while I was still in school. I did not think that I had the time to.
