This week my childhood friend comes in for a visit to Santa Fe. We were so close we could communicate telepathically. We could fill in the blanks without having to spell out the words. I'm thrilled she is here. This is our fourth time together since she moved away at sixth grade. Let's see.. once at 23, then at 35, again at 42 and now in our early 50s.
Who says you can't keep up, with a little effort?
Which makes me bring you to our Lola, that red-tailed hawk from the mate-for-life pair in NYC, sitting on a new nest of eggs on Fifth Avenue overlooking Central Park. If there is anything that I keep going back to, after leaving Manhattan in 2007, this is it. Why this old pair keeps trying to hatch progeny every spring...well, it is a thing of hope, of love, of life, even when it is a tale of annual failure.
Now I'm doing facebook, surprising my children with knowledge of their lives, but yet... being with a friend, like Lola sitting on a nest, is life itself. Real. Life.
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