John came over last evening and we spoke for some time on the front porch.  The old wooden chairs creaked for hours as we rocked slowly and finished a bottle of Chianti.  Scout (my old German Shepherd) lay quietly at my feet, occasionally looking up.  She may have been curious about our conversation, though not enough to say anything.

John and I have known each other since primary school.  Having grown up and lived only several blocks apart our entire lives has created a kind of history which one cannot escape.  We know each other about as well as is humanly possible.  In fact, there are aspects of ourselves which we have never even shared with our spouses… but that we are able to speak of candidly with each other.