We are walking in the woods. She is looking for wildlife, and the colors of the leaves.
I notice some stones in the trail. When I tilt my head, and if I squint, the textures shift and sparkle.
I point this out.
She looks down and the stones, and back at me. Her brow furrows. “We really see things differently”
Her face relaxes and she touches my sleeve. “Come on.” she says. “Let’s keep walking.
(entry for the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge)0 Be the first to Like this