[[I had an interesting night and I knew I wanted to write something about it, but I also knew it probably wouldn't be lengthy. After typing it out on my computer I copied it out on a card for the person I wrote it about, but that didn't feel like quite enough, so I figured I'd post it here. It's not much, just a good feeling.]]
There are some nights you come home and you lay in bed and everything feels wonderful. The events of your evening shimmer before your eyes like some fantastical dream you had. You go to bed with laughter on your face. Tonight was not one of those nights; no dreams, no shimmer. If anything though, tonight was better. Better because what I came home with was no fleeting mirage of glitter and giddy laughter, but instead a small smile, a tremendous knowledge, and the feeling of two incredibly different people, but incredibly good friends, hugging in the mist of a not-quite-rainy early morning.
