An imagery

We walk together, you and I, down a path that leads to a stream. I am following your lead, but we walk shoulder to shoulder, talking and conversing along the way. Our conversation is simple and few words are conveyed. But you know me, and you know what I mean even when I don't explain or go into details. When you speak, I am comforted by the gentle kindness of your voice. I like hearing you talk; I listen with my heart without trying.

We come to the stream and there is no one, no sound but the sound of water flowing by. The small rocks in the stream float along and softly rub against one another, creating a quiet, barely audible medly of percussion sounds. We mostly just walk together in silence, knowing each other's thoughts and feelings without having to speak them aloud. I point out groves of trees in a distance and you smile and nod, then take in a deep breath of the aroma of nature's fine fragrance. We walk at a slow pace, just the way I like it, with no care in the world but only thoughts of how lovely it is to be in the great outdoors together.

You pick up small pebbles from the side of the road and toss them one by one into the stream. The rocks skid down the stream and create small ripples along the way. Without a word, you hand me some pebbles and I imitate your tossing movement. I throw one good throw, then a second one that falls sloppily into the water and does not come up for a second jump. We laugh effortlessly. Then we stand still for a long moment, watching and gazing at the landscape before us. We are just where we want to be.