“Do you remember what we were like in school?” James asked, shifting around to find a more comfortable position on the bench.
The sun shone down for the first time in weeks and people were scattered all over the park, lying on blankets or picking at picnics as they soaked up the beginning of summer. Spring had been disappointing this year; late to come and miserably cold, as if the bitter winter had been particularly loathe to let go of it’s grip on the city. Jay looked out over the lake to their right, his brown hair curling in the light breeze that blew in fits and starts across the open grass behind James.
“I’m not sure that I do” he answered quietly, still looking at the lake and tracking the movement of a mother duck with five ducklings in tow. “It feels like so long ago. So much has happened since then.” Continue reading