Friends

While I was at the art feastival this summer I love to just sit and observe people. People watching is so perfect when you are at large, outdoor venues like we were. There are so many different types of people, different colors, shapes, sizes, different lanquages, accents, clothes. Each one with their own opinion on what they like and don't like about the art. As I sat watching with my sketchbook I noticed two women sitting and talking. They were passionately sharing a story with each other, stopping to laugh now and then. I could only watch, unable to hear their story, I could only imagine what they were saying. I did notice that they both sat in very similar positions across the table from each other. Arms crossed on their chests, legs crossed sitting back against the back of the chair. I thought about how we tend to mimic some of the things our friends do the more we hang around them. The little things, probably unintentionally, but we do. I thought about my friends, the ones you can call at the drop of a hat and run out to lunch with. The ones that are available when you need to get something off your chest. The ones that will just do nothing with you. How blessed we are when are lives afford us those special people.