A holiday, the day I first named you, "friend."

I rest in the light of forgiveness.

Find your way with the certain and gentle light of forgiveness.

Distance cannot matter - ours is a friendship of the heart.

Just another cold, misty morning inviting, "want to go again?"

What is it about sameness that so draws me, and how could I begin to have that same kind of attraction to change?

The well-timed question is more impacting than an answer.