”Yes,” Kendry agrees as he comes to a halt as well. “Exactly.” What a perfect concept: fresh with potential and new possibilities, his life stretches before him waiting for him to walk a path, any path— though he knows fate will have had its hand in his direction no matter which course he thinks he chooses for himself.
And, he reflects, still wearing an easy smile, isn’t all of my life as untouched? Even the trails I’ve walked thus far spread wide on either side of me, all those opportunities —for better or worse— untapped and undisturbed. The thought refreshes him. He draws in a deep inhale of the cold, clean air and lets his eyes close for a moment with his face lifted toward the sun.
The silence between them doesn’t feel rude, but companionable, and so he is unself-conscious when finally he lowers his head and turns to meet her blue eyes with his. “Thank you for walking with me, and allowing me to ruin the peace of the day with my words,” he grins, well aware that he is not able to resist conversation for very long even in such a serene setting. He enjoys talking with others— even if it seems to be about nothing at all, it’s still a connection. “I’m Kendry.” |