The Grocery Store Walk

We could drive. It would be faster. But somehow, we almost never do.

Instead, we walk to the grocery store. Even in the cold. Even when it’s drizzling. Sometimes we talk the whole way, making fun of the people who put pineapples in their carts in the middle of winter. Sometimes we just walk quietly, our hands brushing now and then, letting the rhythm of our steps do the talking.

It’s not a date. It’s not an event. It’s just a walk to get milk, bread, maybe a pack of pasta we forgot. But every time we go, I think about how one day, years from now, I might miss this — the small, unremarkable, perfect walk to the grocery store with you.