People who know me know how much I love to talk, visit. I love to share myself with people as much as I love to have them share themselves with me.
Well, I looked out onto my front porch this morning and noticed the wind storm from the other day had pushed all of the rockers and other chairs into one another. I thought, “I better get out there and move those crazy chairs back!” I went to fix them and decided not to. The chairs are huddled together as though they’re filled with people. People sharing a quite, intimate conversation. Maybe they’re trying to be quiet because the children are inside sleeping and they don’t want to wake them. Maybe they’re snuggled together because they’re planning a surprise party and they don’t want the secret to get out.
Those people in those chairs are happy. They want to be close together. I left them. For now at least. They need time to finish their talk.