The Pinnicles

I have this beautiful friend.
She’s one of the most talented women I have ever known in my life.
We seem to have this Mutual Admiration Society going.
In each other we see traits that we wish we possessed, it’s like we see greatness in each other, but not so much in ourselves.

It’s a funny thing.
"You’re so fucking talented"
"No, you are!"
"No, you are!"

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Contradiction and compliments, swirling around each other in the dust of self deprecation.
I wonder what would happen if we actually started to believe each other instead of refuting the circular statements. The possibilities are mind boggling.
Regardless, we are each others loyal fan.
Synchronicity is our glue. We volley back and forth thoughts of the day to day, finding an odd similarity that shadows our lives.
Emails typed in a flurry with hiccuping rhythm.
Letters penned in bars and parks.
Phone calls over time zones. Morning coffees and evening wines, simultaneous sipping in opposing seasons.
Your Summer dress and my Winter coat.

Do you remember that time we drove to the desert that borders the sea. Hiding out in the National Park, till it was safe for us to wander around the petrified trees that threw no shadows.
A moonless night, the stars had the sky to themselves. Us under it, 3 hours away from the most isolated capital city in the world.
No one around for miles.

Trip, Trip , Tripping around that ancient forest.

You started to crawl around in the sand, I asked you why.
Your voice drifted to me on the chilly desert air.
" Because I will bump my head before I hit anything"
I don’t think I have ever laughed that much, falling to my knees and crawling around with you. It made perfect sense.
You, me and those monoliths that blocked out the glitter sprinkled night.
I would have been scared out of my head had you not been there.
What a glorious adventure.

Are we too old to do that kind of thing again?
Should I sell everything and come home?
Or should I stay and give it one last push, so then I can say I didn’t leave because this city beat me, but that I have done what I came to do.