Lola Nose

I enjoyed a leisurely chat with an old pal of mine this morning. On the table between us sat fresh, hot coffee, bear claws, and pumpkin bread. Thankfully, no laptops or cell phones in sight as we had enough weighty material to ponder without such distractions. Before we knew it, a few hours had come and gone, and we each returned to our self-employed worlds. Upon arriving back at the house, I noticed my passenger in her own reflective mood.