Late afternoon when the shadows are long,,,

In the late afternoon when the shadows are long there are two instances of especial notice contrary to what we are accustomed when taking our predominantly morning bicycle rides. First, the declining afternoon sunlight switches its angle to the other side of the Mississippi River which dreamily wends its way through the centre of town directly past the Old Town Hall; and, second, the town is muted by the dark shadows of the lush and verdant summer foliage which everywhere distinguishes the town, specifically the dense cavern along the erstwhile B&O railway line (now a pedestrian and cyclist pathway).

It was but a second following our recognition of one another that we exploded into euphoria. As speedily we touched upon whatever had or had not changed in our lives since the last time we talked. Instantly we reignited the passion and humour which for years has characterized our association, reaffirming that adage about friends and their facility to captivate what may have transpired long ago.

I should note as well the further event precipitated by the elongated afternoon shadows. It was a collusion with another old friend Kevin Finner and his two exceedingly well-behaved little dogs.