On foot.

Someday I will not need to say or do something so that things come to a halt, so that we are on the same page, so that no one goes running to plunge into conclusions when the other is just walking along. Someday it will be a nice walk we take hand-in-hand, no one pressured to speed up, but no one wanting to stop or walk backwards. The steps won't always be in sync, but what's important is getting there together. And almost effortlessly, almost unknowingly. Someone trips sometimes. Someone unconsciously steps on the other's shoes. It's inevitable no matter how careful the stroll is. There are rocks on the road - we are not flightily floating in the air. But no one hurts intently, no one steps on a toe in response. No one shouts in pain or to blame. We fix the bruise and walk on through.