Farewell Moon

#165: To an Adopted Member of HAGS

There will be no record of that Friday night at Bondi when toe-less seagulls formed a wall around us by the cold sand and threatened to ruin the conversation on imagery, market research and various strategies.
No proof of the yellow moon that he pointed out but which turned pale when I left him at the bus station.
But I will hold him close even as he flies across the globe back to his world.
Good friends are hard to find, harder to lose.
And so I'll keep him.

Hope to cross paths with you again someday, Padawan.