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Friends 01122015“Do you think anyone notices us here?” He looked at her as if the answer was much too obvious, but he had to ask anyway.  “Why in the world would you ask such a stupid question, they don’t really notice us…they just know we are here.”  She seemed quite pleased with her answer and walked to the edge of the water to rinse a few annoying grains of sand from her toes.    He followed quickly, looking from left to right, you never knew…just in case.  He stared at her feet, well,  not really feet but he liked to think of them like that.  She did the same thing, all the time.  She just couldn’t stand that annoying sand.  He laughed to himself thinking how many times he had tried to get her to stay up in the grass, near the houses, it was nicer there.  But no, she was a beach chick, or so she would say.

She looked over and caught him staring, “don’t say it again, I know what you are going to say…stay in the grass,  you won’t get sand there and have to rinse it out.  Well, you know I don’t like the grass…I’m a beach chick, not a grass chick….you know the difference…..right?   If it bothers you that much,  go up there and strut around with those floozies you’re always gawking at anyway.”    He took half a step back, ” I didn’t say a thing”.   She turned towards him, almost indignant, “yeah, well, you need to decide…beach or grass.  I won’t have you parade around down here when you would rather be up there.  So just make up your mind right now!”

He was so stunned he knew the seconds he waited to answer would only worsen his fate.  “You know, I’ve been on this beach with you for a long time.  Just because I think it’s funny the way you dip your toes,  doesn’t mean I want to change everything.”  But he was talking to the back of her head, she had turned and walked a few steps away, staring blanking down the near empty beach.  So no matter what or who you are, here it is.  He could slowly walk away or suck it up and fly up along the sides of the buildings until he found a nice spot he could call his own.  They’d hatched a lot of eggs together over the years, even when it got cold they would fly together to find a warmer spot until spring.  But maybe she was right, maybe it wasn’t just that one thing.

She had moved further down the beach seemly oblivious to his very existence.  “Fine” he thought to himself, and with a few hearty flaps he was up above the beach, he caught a nice sea breeze and soared up much higher than he normally did.  There from far above as he looked down at all the others, all the buildings, the cars, the people he realized his attention and focus were directed at only one spot of the beach.  There she stood.  She was still so pretty, just like the day they had first met.  That day too, he had seen her from afar.  But something about her had caught his eye.  He swooped down that day, much too quickly, nearly slamming into the ground before regaining his composure to saunter up beside her.  It seemed as if it was only yesterday.

Yet, there she was and he knew there was no place on earth he would rather be.  He circled slowly, watching as she walked and then more slowly this time sailed gently down to be by her side.  He still stumbled in the stiff wet sand but she stopped when he had reached her.   They both turned and looked out towards the ocean enjoying the sunset, feeling the spray and the breeze as it blew.  She walked to the edge of the water to rinse off her toes and he stood there beside her doing the exact same thing.  They looked at each other and smiled because that’s what friends do.