Jamie hadn’t seen Lisa for several years after Lisa’s move, but now she was back for a visit. Jamie suggested they meet at the farm stand a few miles out of town. They’d often arranged to meet there in the past.

“Wow, you look just the same,” Lisa said.

“You too,” Jamie said. “It’s so good to see you!”

“You too,” Lisa said.

And then they just looked at each other, grinning. Perhaps without thinking about it, they began walking behind the fruit and vegetable stands into a field of phlox beyond. Halfway across the field they stopped.

“Remember when...” they both started to say. Then they laughed.

“That first time,” Jamie said.

Lisa said, “We thought these flowers were magic.”

“They were,” Jamie said.

“We had this race,” Lisa remembered. “I beat you.”