You return to Marseille and wait for your friend. War and Peace encapsulates you. She finally arrives with warm embraces and you hear her story of falling in love in Togo.
The next day she shows you around Marseille after having lunch with insanely nice friends of her’s. You see five jet streams in the air that slowly expand into clouds before dissipating.
Even though her school in Barcelona already started your friend shows no hurry in getting there. Her calm amazes your overly organized self. At night you climb a fence at a park and sit on a cliff edge sharing whiskey as the sea licks the rocks. You and others talk of constellations.
You both feel the change in the other, but can still find what made you friends in the first place.
One night in a square where everyone is drinking you start to feel sick but the sight of two guys on a date warms your heart. You start to crave the smiles, the retelling of stories and the connections made with a new love interest.
You wake up sick but still go to the sea with her and sunbath on some rocks. Fighting a fever you get medicine as you both prepare for the bus to Barcelona. Fighting a fever on a bus is so fun. On arriving in Barcelona you wait a few hours for a friend of her’s to find you. Your fever makes you irritable and you regret snapping at her. After going to the wrong hostel you find yours and quickly fall asleep waking up feeling just fine.
Friendships are a little like jet streams in the sky. There are always changes, the streams streaking across the sky of our past, but as we move on the changes dissipate into the infinite blue and it is as if nothing has happened.