Sometimes when I'm feeling low, I take a toodle through my Facebook page.
Occasionally, I'll come across a group photo of people I've never met but who look intriguing. And I give the folks depicted in the photo a personality. They are uber-cool, generous with their smiles and laughter, kind-hearted, old souls one and all.
I fantasize we're sitting at a table talking and laughing. We each order something different from the menu and compare. Maybe even sample each other's meals. Then witty banter ensues. I am particularly amusing, and my dinner companions chortle appreciatively.
For dessert, we go decadent. Chocolate mousse. Or tiramisu. We all groan with contentment. As we sip our coffees and our cognacs, they share stories about their latest adventures. Antiquing in New York. A romp through small towns and unusual places in the Northwest. A retreat-style weekend in Santa Fe. I sit back and watch in wonder, trying to drink in every moment. Thirsty to burn each detail into my brain.
The evening winds down, we embrace and make plans for our next get-together.
And I am warm with the memories I've never had.
Later, it occurs to me that I've drawn on the people in my life to create the personalities of those in the photo. Maybe what I really wish is that I could gather all of them together at a table, those living and those passed, and enjoy one hell of a banquet.
Now, that would be something.
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