They sat at a table in Starbucks. Fat rain fell outside, rivulets forming as it spattered against the windows. They sat across from one another; one tall and the other short. The taller one had thick, grey hair streaked with black. The shorter one, blonde hair just past her shoulders, sat across from her. They hadn't seen each other in almost fifteen years. As they stared out the window, the familiar and comforting silence of two people who have shared the the palate of human emotion from the funny to the insane, settled in between them.
Feeling the warmth of the drinks between their hands, hearing the tink of coffee cups being gathered from tables and laughter nearby, each took a deep breath, and at the same time felt the paths of their lives converge.
This was a moment of sweet joy.