Important Friends...

The ozone smell wafts towards us as we lean on the railing above the murky sea. The wondrous yet familiar Seaside Pier reaches out into the water. Full of lunch we pull our coats around us as we wander along sharing tales. Reflecting. 

We stop to gaze at flowers anchored to a bench with blue ribbon,  inscriptions tell of two families linked by loss. a gift for others to rest and enjoy the view.

Fingers blue with cold we direct our feet towards the car.

People see two giggling ladies out for a seaside stroll.

Special; exceptional, out of the ordinary friends.