DAVE MORRISON | OLD FRIENDS

We were feeling blue,

work-tired and done with the rain,

so we went to that store with the good coffee and

cookies the size of a Viking

shield, and we drove down the

quiet straight roads, through the

tunnel of ancient trees and we

talked of familiar things and

we were lifted, just enough that

the rain and fog and fatigue were

not only acceptable, but old

friends, really, and we were

filled with that sense that

familiar things and simple

pleasures would continue to

save us.