The lonely Chandler needs friendship, but he's not going to get it. He knows too much about it, how tenuous it is, how much a matter of convenience.
a small oval lake deep in trees and rocks and wild grass, like a drop of dew caught in a curled leaf.
through a maze of black oak trees and ironwood and manzanita and silence.
...and I held them for a moment and then let go slowly as you let go of a dream when you wake with the sun in your face and have been in an enchanted valley.