Purpose

On purpose, for a purpose, without purpose, what's my purpose...

I followed Becky around an island last week. We have not had that much time to talk, and be quiet, for years. I followed in her footsteps down the path, to the beach. I walked beside her for mile after mile. I walked in front of her on a bike path here, a pedestrian walkway there.

We had enough time to talk about our aging physical beings; 50 is not 19, especially at Mile 6. We had time to talk about weather and children and parents and friends. We had more time to talk about dogs and redecorating and past vacations and dinner. We took pictures. We marvelled at dolphins and jelly fish. We discovered new stretches of beach and watched carefully for alligators. We planned for the evening, the next day, our next meeting.

I do not wonder about myself on mornings like those with Becky (or with my sisters, or with Molly).

(April 7 - 8 miles, April 8 - 4 miles)