watching as the ferry arrived, we were practically jumping up and down with glee. our up-north-gang was arriving and the ferry was taking a few minutes too long to dock. we had been anticipating them for weeks, our company log on island too few.
it’s not like there is a ton of stuff to show them here or, really, to do. but there are friend groups who don’t need stuff to see or do; instead they are just there to simply be together.
they are there to laugh at funny hair in the morning, sip coffee and wait in line for the one bathroom. they are there to pile in and out of the truck, dodge raindrops, play short-list tourist. they are there, wishing for sun but not minding the bad weather that moves in, content to just be together. they are there to make mimosas and old-fashioneds, pour wine and have more snacks than you can imagine. they are there to take turns cooking, cleaning up, always gabbing, always laughing. they are there in the tough moments, profound and honest conversation, balancing, disarming the sting of the sword. they are there walking side by side, talking and being quiet. they are there playing games in evening dark, heads drooping with sleep, wishes of sweet dreams. they are there, together.
we watched as the ferry left, both of us feeling instantly wistful. our up-north gang leaving for the mainland. as always, we were ever-so-grateful to have been together.