I think of you, my friend, as I stare out the back door and am surprised by the view that is no longer there, and I miss our impromptu visits and chats and giggles.

I think of you, my friend, as I come across a particularly delightful recipe, with a new or unexpectedly saucy (pardon the pun) ingredient, and think I can't wait until she sees this!

I think of you, my friend, as I sip a new (for me) concoction, and we giggle over online shopping and paint colours and clothes and travel.

I think of you, my friend, as I wonder how you are feeling, and hoping that this time, maybe, I can ask the right question so that the answer is a real one that you can work with.

I think of you, my friend, as you are waiting... waiting... waiting..., and I pray that everything remains well with you.

I think of you, my friend, as I wonder how sometimes, the season of friendship waxes and wanes, and slips past the horizon.

I think of you, my friend, as I daydream about how, and when, and where, and how wonderful it would be to meet in person, even if only for tea...