Friendship

            Friendship is the heartfelt laughter you share when sitting on the front porch of your best friend's house in your pajamas, with a cup of hot cocoa in your hand and some peanut M&M's and Oreos and you know life doesn't get any sweeter .
             Seated comfortably on the cold granite in my creme colored pajama pants and pink fuzzy sweater, I am surrounded by the deep lime shrubbery, and amethyst painted lilacs, and I smell the sweet smell of serenity filling up the air as springtime does with love. The warmth of the hot cocoa gently grazes my cheeks, which are a blushing pink from the cold morning air lashing upon my face. As I glance up I see the pale peach sun tenderly crawling upon the rich chocolate trees, and to my sides birds gleefully chirp away the morning making the world smile. Two friends at a time. .
             My best friend, eyes barely open, and voice still cracking, leans up against my shoulder exclaiming that this "is as good as it gets,"" and I, with equally tired eyes, gaze off to the far distance and nod my head in agreement. Dawn slowly creeps upon us, as we try to savor each remaining moment left to us in this tranquility, before the hordes of cars rampage through the streets, honking inconsiderately and speeding recklessly. For the moment, the streets are still clear, and the sight of the wind thrashing against the bare brown tree trunks makes them dance, all while the air remains sweet with the morning's fresh dew. Just sitting here with my best friend, worries seem miniscule, time has no essence, and tranquility reigns with a pleasant eeriness. .