Deep In The Woods
You were about 10 steps behind me, steadily coming up the path, your hair made up into two shoulder-length braids that bounced from side to side as your strong legs, bare under thihg-high tight hiking short, powered you forward. Your hands gripped the hiking stick as you took step after step, determinedly looking down as well, but when you noticed I had stopped, you looked up, saw me stopped, smiled and caught your breath. Beads of sweat that had formed on your brow rolled down your checks,...