Two old friends sat with hands dancin', and tales winding. There was pie to be had and time for catching. So much of it had passed since we have been together.
We talked of things that make time slow, and one to the other said, "We let the purple dragon fly under the green awning. The green awning that replaced the big strippy umbrellas ... it has a purple dragon now. For company. We feed the dragon every time we walk out the door!"
"Wow," my old friend said.
And just because we have a purple dragon to feed, I must have thought why not make my new glasses