A day is 24 hours. Whether it's a good day or a bad day, it all eventually comes to an end and leads into the next day.

Last Monday was close to perfect. A very good friend came into town Sunday afternoon. Someone who I hadn't seen in a long time but we've remained close. She wanted to stop through and visit on her way back to D.C.

We had a good time. We ate great food, had great conversation, drank plenty of wine. We spent Monday enjoying the beautiful Florida coastline in the bright sunshine.

I have a great respect for her. Yes she's gorgeous, most men are attracted to her. She's also very real, which is a term that I hate to use but seems oddly appropriate in this case. She's a lot more than the Ivy League law degree she possesses, something I always knew but was eager to learn again. And this was a great opportunity for me to learn more about her and her to learn more about me.

And just like that she was gone. It felt like a cruel trick, like someone is messing with my head again. But it wasn't a trick, it was time. For a second I lost track of time. I enjoyed walking in the sand at Fort DeSoto Park, wine tasting and watching the dolphins from the boardwalk on John's Pass. I didn't expect it to end so soon. But time had other plans.

Maybe we'll get together for some baseball over the summer, maybe we won't. As I learned this week when my Ledger Edge regrettably told me she isn't sure when she'll be back in Florida, take nothing for granted and enjoy every moment together.

Labels: Friends, Personal