A different kind of drifting... narwhal?

I saw someone I never expected to see again today. All because of walls.

I sometimes sit on a wall at my school, in the mornings before classes and while eating lunch. It's a nice wall, long and flat, overlooking the plateau outside the cafeteria. A little path between the trees leads to an alcove and my perch, with a larger wall on one side and a web of branches on the other. I went there for peace, to think, and occasionally to frighten the grade nines walking below. The other day, however, one of the vice principals spotted me up there and asked me to come down for safety reasons. Fond as I was of the spot, it wasn't worth fighting for and I didn't really want to upset anyone. So I vowed to find a new spot to sit.
At the back of the school was another wall, a smaller one, separating the grass and concrete. It branches off another wall with a railing overlooking a sharp drop. It doesn't quite have the quality of location and the vegetation's somewhat different, but it's comfortable and the view is spectacular. I'm also more accessible to my fellow Litkids, who camp out under a tree nearby. So it's all good. In a way it's like being forcibly retired and moving out to a new home in the country.
Today I was on my new wall, enjoying the view and my lunch, when along comes a familiar face. We hugged. I stepped on her foot, just like old times. She said she wasn't angry anymore. I guess in a way everything worked out for the best. She lives in Montreal now, anyway.

Suddenly I've run out of words. I'm not certain why.