There used to be a spot at the Scientific Center, a place we’d meet, and we would grab our morning coffee and I would comment that I liked it “bitter, like me.” Your reply would always be giggles and then offering me a piece of that double chocolate chip cookie, reminding me that sometimes good things are thrust upon us. That was a time when I used to struggle to walk with you, and yet I refused to lean on you.
Last night I went for a walk, because the walking reminds me of being here. Existential crisis? I shoved my hands in my pockets, taking one step at a time, holding on to myself this time. Grounded in me. It’s starting to become very demanding, this movement, this mobility. Each step takes immense effort and I feel like I’m walking through heaps of snow. But I’m not ready to sit down yet.
Cookies might, in fact, be the best remedy.