a year ago

I remember our church retreat last fall as being one of those surreal times of intense experience. Part of that was a serious sleep deficit, and part was working closely with two old friends, and realizing how you can know someone a long time and not know them that well. I guess we all have secrets. Anyway, I was remembering how close I felt to them by the end of the week-end. And I was particularly remembering that moment of lying in the middle of that country road, in the sunshine of an autumn afternoon, heads on bellies, sharing profound thoughts, before anyone else came to the camp.