12:27 am EST

part of the destination is getting there
the journey is the adventure
and so on and so forth

we walked this way
over cracks and dandelion petals
and dog poop
through water
and over muddy trodden grassy patches
into a full days worth of doings.
the sun shone warmly, filtered through the raindrops
and you could trace a rainbow with your finger through the sky
from one end to the other with one eye squinted.
that arch was full and complete,
just like that day,
just like that journey.

it was the
tasting
and the turning towards the unknown.
with me pondering and you playing
and my fingers wrinkled from the moisture in the air
just like after a long bath; they were the same
leaving me feeling
fulfillment in the loss,
the pleasure from the pain.
my stomach was empty but i felt full
my feet happily ached
i was satisfied and fatigued
body heavy with exhaustion
the pockets of life were full with the gifts collected
on that wakeful walking adventure

and i think that every day ought to be this way
and i think you feel that way too.