Relative Something

In no time at all, upon arriving at the resort in Cass Lake, the weekend was already magical. Between the good-natured, occasionally coarse ribbing that goes on between lifelong guy friends, some heartfelt news gets shared, and personal stories are revealed.

Talking late into the night, sharing YouTube videos of classic music that each other haven’t seen, waking early this morning to pick right up with tales from life experiences and shared wonder over the ways of the world.

At this point, I don’t really care if we go out on the ice and fish, except that what that really involves is hanging out together and carrying on with more tall tales and childish shenanigans.

The magic is people. Laughter. And the undertone of it all, whether identified or not, is love.

I guess that’s not really magic, but it is magical. It’s better than news about bombing other countries.

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