Quite Hippie-Like

[an artistic description of how i am so blessed with the most awesome friends in the world]

I set out in sight of a tea party, anxious to catch up with a few dear friends.
Katie greeted Elise & I at the front door-
She would've fetched the sight of any gentleman in her green sundress and carefully crafted homemade beads had she been about town,
But instead, that Monday night found her practicing the hospitality she is so incredibly gifted with.
She led us into the house,
And the tea party I had orginally expected suddenly turned into a party of sheer extravagance,
With shouts of surprise and wonderful hilarity!
Confusion forced my lips to form a "Whaa--?"
But the banner hanging from the ceilling offered assistance to me, as it spelled my name
And confirmed my speculation as to why people had just jumped out from behind couches.
Shock and joy shook me as I embnraced those who are as close to my heart as family,
And in each guest's eyes I saw unadulterated friendship.

That damn silly smile wouldn't give my face a break.

The songs we sang that night continued to the next day.
After some tete-a-tete wtih Micaeli
I slept, dreamt, and woke to my best friend telling me it was 9:20 and we ought to prepare for our morning's planned expedition to Rice's.
We ventured through the vendor's sales,
Each conquering the prices of the stands behind and next to them, of course,
Stopping every so often to test a pair of sunglasses
Or question the value of a potential graduation gift.
But, it was hot.
Finally melted by the sun we retreated to the comfort fo air conditioning at the Rourke residence,
At which Mary-Pat and wee Sean-the-Irishman paid a visit!
Curled up on the sofa, I reveled in the love, family, and friendship mingling together.

Later, as the sun sunk closer to the horizon
We glorified nature and treaded through its beauty.
Our toes and soles met slick rocks as we precariously traipsed through the river,
Taking caution not to slip as we followed the stream and momentarily shared habitat with aglae and fungi-
They clung to the rocks in order to not get swept away
As friends and loved ones alike, we held and steadied each other.
It came time to leave the water, and, quite hippie-like, we endeavored to the country road;
Asphalt paralleling liquid silver;
Asphalt and tar that read the prints of our bare feet as we made our way to the covered bridge.
There were some nice boy scouts on bicycles that offered salutations, which we returned.
We're friendly like that.

Upon reaching the bridge we were satisfied to realize that it was indeed covered,
And it is my hope that our tourist friends from Delaware unearthed the same satisfaction in the photograph they snapped as they drove by.
We turned around, and on the journey back to Delilah
I made each step exact to protect my feet from burning on the black, sun-soaked solution for smooth cruising.
As as my feet focused on sparing themselves from pain
My lungs were set on having enough breath to belt the Eisley melodies we carried with us down the road.
We tuned trolleys and pushed them through the wood,
Unconcerned for those who would prefer us not to sing-
Not concerned about anything at all.
And the wild raspberries were so tangy sweet on our tongues.

The day came to a close with an impromptu gathering in the Comber kitchen
Featuring party cake ice cream and mismatched milkshakes.
We washed our feet with the garden hose and collapsed in the grass,
Tucking the sweet spontaneity away until we sing together again.

[shout out to KFulg for throwing me a surprise party, & ECombs & MRourke for an awesome Tuesday]