We walked along the trail not saying too much. She was holding my hand at first (despite the years, the distance and the lovers since THAT would have been appropriate) but after the first mile or so she let go and we kept our own strides. I tried not to see the allegory in that.
“People….change.” She said. The smells and the sights of a dying summer were around us. The sunlight was turning into that gold hue that gets any (good) photographer excited. Kids were playing and yelling excitedly in the distance.
“People can change. Its never too late to improve…..and start at least trying to correct mistakes.” I offered.
She grinned, painfully, but didn’t look at me. “That’s not the kind of change I was talking about.”
We kept walking.




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