It was a rainy, chilly night, and at the last minute without prior planning, I happened to be in the neighbourhood of my cousins, so I dropped in spontaneously for a visit. Just as I got out of the car, the heavens opened and the rain came down in a deluge. At my slow shuffling speed, from the car until the front door of their house, was enough time to get soaked through, but it was well worth it. Sitting next to their fire drying off my clothes, hands cupped around a steaming cup of tea, I thoroughly enjoyed a couple of hours companionably chatting. We are never short of conversation. My mother always said that being a "chatter box" was genetic and that it runs in the family. I guess she was right. It was a lovely evening, and proving that spontaneity can often be most rewarding. I guess what I'm trying to say; don't let any opportunity pass you by, make the most of every moment spending time with those you care about.
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