There’s a picture of my friend and I. A fleeting moment, but a beautiful one. Her hand grasped upon my wrist. Her day not mine, but yet she is holding me. Eyes down, not sad, consumed. She radiates, the other consumes. Few words are spoken, but it’s enough. Her gift to make each feel special, even for a fleeting moment. Watching her she leaves to court her audience. I’m grateful to have known and shared just a fleeting moment of beautiful friendship with her.
By Felicity Fox ©