It was good practice for her,
the walking.
To make it about the process,
not the destination,
you know.
She’s always known it,
but often forgotten about it;
she’s always wanted to get somewhere
and quickly so
and win a little bit
and then move on to the next challenge.
And walking, hiking, trekking just isn’t about that,
is it,
just as life isn’t about getting there,
getting to the end,
because at the end, there’s only the grave.
So she looked over at him,
as he said ‘Hello’ to the birds and the bees,
squatted down to meet the mosses
and squinted up toward the tallest trees.
Ah, what else do we need
aside from the skies up above
and the earth down below
a little pause in between
…and each other?