I have no clue, as to who these two women are! I do know that it was a joy watching them collecting shells, while strolling the beach, deep in conversation, seemingly not a care in the world, oblivious to my instrument of capture.
Are they just friends or sisters or sisters and friends? Why were they dressed alike or did they even know they were dressed alike? Twins, maybe? I loved the hats and their not so perfect silhouettes as they passed us by. "A nostalgic photo of days gone by," I thought.
Like the gentle rhythm of waves, friends wash in and out of our lives. They bathe us with kindness and understanding, some last a lifetime and some maybe not. True friends are the grains of sand that form a foundation, cementing our being.
They are sent to us in our time of need giving us new perspective, when all seems bleak. A new chapter begins and angels kisses have been sent our way!
Viewing Boca Grande Pass, from Gasparilla, Florida, helped me reflect on friendships old and new. For granted, I shall never, ever, take my friends!