This lovely man came into my life 41 years ago. As a couple, we often seem unrecognizable as those two college freshmen. What a lot of mileage has worked over these minds and bodies, minds and bodies that have accelerated into independent spheres since completing the glorious shared project of child-raising. Each of us is flooded with our own to-do lists, unanswered communications, tasks awaiting attention, and psychic unrest, seeking equilibrium. Lives drift into parallel rather than intersected waves. The intersections, in fact, might begin be perceived as obstacles in our individual, careening progress towards…what? A blindered view of some nebulous goal that is always just a bit further ahead. What about here? Where are we now?
Then serendipity hands us a morning. We walk the dogs and sit on a stone bench in the sunshine of an October morning. We find time to be still together, to look around and share meandering conversation that might wander who knows where. And we share the quiet spaces in between. Oh yeah. There we are.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 54: 173 words, TOTAL = 8258; 51,742 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.