same soul in disguise

seven hours of best-friend: happy talking, leg-swinging, and endless walking. we shopped briefly, took free yogurt samples, grabbed donuts; listened to a (poor) live music performance, and studied the night skies and scenery through the lens of his camera. then we traversed to timbre but it was packed and our attire unfit, so in the end it was long-island teas at giraffe (real-life giraffe-woman present!). in between we laughed and talked about absolutely everything, from captain underpants to scandalous sex stories to philosophical musings. i have not talked so much so deeply for so long, this is old friendship at its best, like wine held to maturity