Ever so delicate, complex and tricky, yet so surprisingly strong when it matters - giant steel beams under the arch of a bridge, supporting millions of cars and buses and trucks and ex-boyfriends and bad hair days; unhappy careers and motherhood guilt; fears and depression. Death and picnics and everything in between.
Messy and magic and connected, forever connected.
Time stopping still sometimes for languid, late afternoon conversations; speeding on through like a freight train at others, turning crushes and high heels and favourite songs into wrinkles, prams, washing and knowledge. So much wisdom bursting out of us, together..always together.
The complexities of the female friendship.