Steps.

Remember the time when we were sitting on the Spanish Steps?
It was early April, and the weather was perfect. Not very hot, but you
could feel our noses browning in the sun.
I think it might have been a Sunday.
I was getting ready to leave, we had just a little while to spend
before I had to go get the bus.
There were a lot of interesting people sitting around us. You were
sketching them as Sabrina and I talked about big dreams.
I gave you my sunglasses because you needed them and besides, they
look better on you anyway.
I think about it.
I am certain that details are wrong, like maybe we went back to your
lovely apartment (with the tiniest elevator) to get my bag. Or maybe
we were eating oranges...I don't remember, but why would I make that
up?
That few minutes on the Spanish steps with the sun, and two of the
greatest, most sincere, funniest friends, is one of my my favourite
all-time Thoughts.
I am so blessed in this life to have memories like this peak out at me
from time to time.
Like on rainy Vancouver mornings. Listening to songs that sound like Idaho.