"The reason the morning is so important is that I’ve spent the night somewhere else."
- Roxana Robinson, from "How I Get To Write" in The New Yorker
Maybe I like morning photos the best. They might not be the best technically, but I remember the morning smells, the newness, the dreams that still cling, when I revisit them.
A couple of nights ago I had a friend over to sit in the backyard. I sipped my first glass of wine in a couple of weeks, cold and white. She's one of my oldest friends, and is leaving town, leaving Edmonton, more or less for good. (Funny expression, 'leaving for good'). So many emotions, and yet, I'm still in that hazy mode, tired from the Bell's Palsy etc. I'm sort of in denial that she's leaving. And then, we've had so many friends leave. Edmonton is the sort of place many can't wait to ditch. And a great many of our friends have dispersed over the years, near and far. Maybe it's strange that we're still here. It is, you know.
"Look as long as you can at the friend you love,
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you
or coming back toward you."