A Beautiful Night

It was quiet tonight. The only screams heard were those of the schizophrenic which Reagan gave to us. The fog laid heavy on our city. The lights refracting their beautiful colors through the moisture which touches us all. It was peaceful. A hockey game was played in the town center. The cheers and yells of exuberance were a nice touch to add to the silence of the night. I took myself to my favorite establishment. An old watering hole which has been in operation for much longer than I have been alive. It was filled with the familiar acquaintances who blessed me with the kindness of a warm welcome. I was not there for them. Of course it is an added pleasure yet, I came for a certain company. The conversation granted by one of the greatest people I have ever met. The warmth of an old friend and a genuine smile received me. I am luckier than most. A reserved man who applies his mask so thoroughly only to drop it once privacy has returned to us. He gives his unadulterated thoughts to me and I am more than happy to consume them. Hours spent in the cold but the conversation warms me. Family, art, the state of the world as well as the bar, are but a small fraction of our discussions. Most subjects I dare not write about. Those shall be my own private pleasures. Is there anything more valuable than a beautiful conversation between two friends who truly love one another’s company? I would not know. It was a beautiful night, a quiet night. Chico gives and Chico takes. Tonight it gave much. Let us see what tomorrow brings.