Gone With The Wind

What a day!  St. Andrews was storming mad. The doors to the hotel bar were rattling and ranting until finally they had to be locked to be kept quiet.  The thought of going outdoors was trying to enter my mind but it never quite made it.  Sideways sheets of rain, blasts of chilling wind, and people everywhere running for cover.  No....not the day to step outside.  Instead we took refuge in the bar for tea.  What a wonderful afternoon practice.  We weren't the only ones who were "practicing".  Enter two Scottish ladies....friends wanting a bit of a chat and a coffee.  They talked as if they had been on one long visit--the kind of visit that lasts for years.  Maybe that's a good definition of friendship...a conversation that lasts for years. They solved their problems while we solved ours and the hour moved along.  

Now that I'm home I wish for a reason to stop for tea, but the weather is fine and the idea is gone with the wind.