He makes his way on Clayton Street, down one of those steep hills that make San Francisco famous. The walker lifts ever so slightly above the ground, moves a few inches and lands on the pavement again: one step forward. He smiles. Two familiar hands hold his hips firmly yet gently: she walks right behind him, following his footsteps effortlessly. His angel. The woman he loves with all his heart, the one whose light presence brings him so much joy, day after day. They are singing in chorus, the buoyant melody of their souls echoing through frail and delicate voices. As our paths cross both of them lift their heads, smiling and singing in unison.
Life is not about how far or how fast you go, it’s about singing and enjoying every step of the journey.
Cedric, 9/01/2012
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