It's strange when we don't even realize what we've lost until we've found it again... like kinship and chemistry. Kelle and I were good friends in high school who shared a common past and met under unlikely circumstances. We had always been such good mates and for good reason--we were always such similar characters: dorky senses of humor, pure appreciations for life, love of comfort in relationships, alcohol adorations, strong Midwestern moral values and congruent understandings that life is going to continue whether we like it or not, so we might as well smile and make the best of it, because it's the only one we have. We lost touch for years until we happened to be in NYC at the same time for entirely different reasons. We met up, spent a few good nights in the basement bars and out, drunkenly moseying the streets of a city we'd never seen. It rekindled a passion that we saw reflected in each other and a companionship and understanding that I've never found to come so easily in any other person. This photo was taken when she'd grown a bit despondent in some bar in SoHo and I snapped it off real fast. I see it as a metaphor for what happened that trip, that just like the flame the matchhead of our friendship was struck as well and if this metaphor were to continue, what's come of our friendship would be equitable to all of NYC burning down. It's strange how in the most unexpected moments, in the most unexpected places we can find something we'd never even realized we'd before lost. On this trip I found Kelle again and I'm glad I did, because she's come to be a firelight by which I can always warm my soul when the world attempts to become dark and cold.
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