"Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time." -- Georgia O'Keeffe

Late lastnight as I was mulling over an exceptionally tricky sentence (it was very late) in an article I'm editing, I was somewhat startled into reality by my inbox ringing in the reception of a new e-mail. As I begrudgingly admitted that it was too late to carry on with any decent work, I checked my e-mail. A friend and neighbour from many MANY years ago had read an article of mine (online) and had found my e-mail address. It was a startling but lovely surprise. In the time since we last spoke I completed my undergrad., masters, and became immersed in my ph.d. research. I have lived and studied in Italy, Canada, England, and travelled extensively. He too has embarked upon various experiences near and far with wonderful stories I can't wait to hear. It feels strange that it is the amorphous internet that somehow manages to make us neighbours again.