Little Things

Last night was a fragment of time that would have had the opportunity to seem so quaint, so insignificant, and yet - it was magical. I witnessed two friends of 25+ years giggling like young girls, cracking jokes and letting every worry slip away if only for a moment. They have endured rough times in their lives and come out strong, they have set examples, they have survived lives one only hears about, and yet in the quiet of a midnight living room they let everything fade away over a deck of cards. I think sometimes we truly are mere flies on the wall in the midst of another's bliss, and last night I was delighted to be a fly.
Oh what fun it is to be still and delight in the joy of another.