Conversations amongst the mosquitos

Went to watch my friend's son play baseball last night and it was a great way to spend the evening. We sat up in the press box and chatted about baseball, cigars, kids, work, and life. How often we fail to realize the necessity of having such contacts, friends to unwind and to have the joy of just spending time with them.

The game was a blowout, called in the third inning, and as we climbed out of the press box we kept up the conversation. Standing in the swarms of mosquitos, swatting, talking, sharing, and exploring all sorts of topics, I knew I was a lucky man to have a friend like this. A kindred spirit who embraces life at the speed of light, but still enjoys the simple frames of friendly conversation, captured by our mind's camera of memories.

I went home and stood outside, staring up at the stars and moon, enjoying the vastness of the sky and having a moment to reflect on life in general while I smoked a rather fine cigar. Feeling the happiness of knowing there are friends for us in this world who take us as we are and like us anyway brought a special inner peace. Revelling in the thoughts of family members who will still call us "brother, son, uncle" despite our faults brought me to the realization that it was a most pleasant evening; one to be savored.