To you my froggie friend

a covered porch is one way in which I will always speak of you. to mine and to yours.
a place to share my deepest thoughts, fears and dreams.
a covered area to sit, to snuggle, to smokethe lazy days of summer away.
a place where pushing hours of wax on top of hours of wine on top of hours of laughter and tears became the norm for many many nights.
a porch that determined the mood of our night.
Wisdom came at us all too soon as we felt each others angst to be older, smarter, skinnier, bolder, less bold, more clarvoiant but
Moreso
to just be.
And we were.
And we are.
And we will be.
all of those things.
Because porches my dear are our place. Or at least today, for the moment as I write this... I am moved by my memories of you and our place in this world together.