my far-away friend

Last week I drank a gimlet and it brought back memories. The first sip of gin took me back to a summer day last year when I was so unhappy I didn't know what to do. My friend suggested that her favourite bar might be the place to go. It was lunchtime, we sat outside and watched the tourists. It didn't exactly make me feel better, but it made me feel slightly less.
And now my friend is just another image on my computer screen, enjoying the Californian sun.