Old friends are like the mountain – ever present, changing on the surface but always there for you. New friends are like the morning sun – enlightening, but you never know if they will linger or dissipate like mist in the heat of the day.
When they linger, they become like the mantle of cloud on the mountain. A constant companion, often seen – well known until they too are an old friend treasured.
This year I’m naming each day to appreciate its unique character. Today is: Old Friend and New