The Dance of Friendship
When you become friends there is a flip. You know when the flip occurs: one minute you are a stranger, and then everything flips. No more sir, buddy, or no-name. Suddenly you get called by your first name and things around you just seem to relax. It takes time... not one day. It’s hard to say when the flip occurs, but when it happens you know it, that becomes that, and then you can take it easy. Port Jefferson Station, NY March 4, 2008 |
© 2008 by Michael Domino
