I spoke to a friend on the phone.
We hadn't talked in a while.
There was something in her voice.
Something I hadn't heard for a long while.
It sounded a bit like she'd just eaten hot toast with peach jam.
And as if she'd found a missing ring behind a book on the shelf.
Add in maybe surprise at hearing a ringtone playing a forgotten melody.
I kept her talking.
Not about anything.
But not about nothing.
Because I just wanted to hear her voice ...