Rock in the River of Time

I wrote to a friend:

It turns out that my relationship with time is utterly fluid.
The poetry and devotion of youth is effortlessly summoned for me.
The past, the present and the future all mingle, and commune with the joy of running into a lover from whom you parted on excellent -potentially renewable- terms.

He wrote back:

Sorry I didn't make it to Dargans -- I took a nap that just kept on going. It was great to see you, and I really enjoyed our conversation at the coffee cat. You are one of the most real people that I know, and I feel very lucky to have you in my life. no matter the months or the miles, you are always just "there" -- a rock in the river of time.