A Bond: Chapter 3
Bound. The friends are separating. Slowly unloading from the vehicle one by one. The most courteous of friends, the driver. Refusing to take any one cent for the mere ride or the whole trip itself. Her kindness was remembered through stomach aching laughter of “No, no. It was my pleasure”. With sad, yet satisfying departures, goodbyes are made and “when are we going to do this again?”s are exchanged through full flowing smiles.
In distance the bond is different, but just as sweet. It glows in the thought of another’s name, in the memory of their smile and the laughter of laughter once before. The bonds strengthen as they wield steadfast to their friendship. Always thinking of each other, this small tight knit group of people. Intertwining time through memory and making places fill with laughter as they recall time and time again of each bond they’ve made.
Of love of another through simple time. When a bond is made, it is struck as fast as lightning and as loud as thunder. As strong as the interlocking of eyes and as simple as laughing. As you sing, dance, smile, draw, sketch, paint, laugh and merely feel. You will bond. So long as you are sharing you. Time will do the rest.
