Presence

On our morning walk to gather chestnuts and ticks, Gilligan and I keep pace without the same agenda. What a relief to live fully in the presence of another, without smoothing the wrinkles of our differences, without gathering forces, without cause or word. When we get home there may be burr or bittersweet, but just now, moving in the light of silence side by side, what a gift; to meet at the altar of the day and find communion.