The old stable

My good friend suggested that we go and light candles in the old pony stable's window. I am glad we went, but I did not have the courage to walk closer, I just waited at the gate. The yard was icy.
We had a good natter (is that the word?) on the way in the car and then she came in at my place for a few minutes before going home. We talked more. It all was a real Christmas present for me.
Talking is what I miss most.