Had dinner last night with the extraordinary Melody and Blake. The conversation ran as deep as the Mariana Trench; barely a lightweight word hit the air through the entire evening.

This was a conversation of aspirations. Of what it means to be a dreamer caught in a realist’s body. Of the realities of commerce and breadwinning. Of the uneasy truce between having a job and living the Creative life. I wish it had gone on all night. I wish it could have been on film.

Friendship is the table at which deep feeling is welcome. Gifts are spoken. Confidences are birthed. One is lucky–very, very lucky–to have friends such as these. Among the handful of people I cherish (and Mary, you know where you are on that list), I am staring in stark amazement at my good fortune.