Ruairi and Li

Met one in London the other as we were, Out like old friends reliving the, City that gave us our first chalk on the board.

The stories flowed like water and anecdotes like beer as fun was all told. Then They locked eyes across the dancing lounge. A nervous shuffle and a hello. Started it all. So many times this wonderful story must be told.

Berlin, the city that drew them together as if by magic and fated coincidence. Joy and embraces and it started. An extended week in the bright midsummer sun. A spark, magnetic, no one could deny.

Trips back and forth. Words too. Keen interest. Snow. Smorgasbord breakfast. Kindl Stüben. A long drive across Europe. A bonding to be regaled to all who could hear.

A wonderful story that cannot be fathomed even by this sweet poem. Written on the wings in the sky. Rendezvous, Fionn, no longer a twinkle in their eyes. A legendary tale that will be told for generations to come.

Heyho let’s drink to that.