Though somewhat reluctantly, he recognized this road, though never travelled before. Perhaps it was the smells or the potholes. Or maybe his feet just seemed to touch down more effortlessly than usual. Nonetheless, he remained unsure, even a little unwilling.
As the seasons changed, he got used to this road and felt a strange sense of softness. The people he met along his travels, some likable, others not so much, gave and took, struggled and sailed through. Every once in a while, his feet would give way, he’d lose his footing. Now and then, he ran joyfully. A mixed bag.
Some people fed him, others he nourished. Years passed, his shoes worn through at that point. And then she came along and he recognized her, even though he had never met her before. They just exchanged glances, not a word spoken.
Still, he had recognized her. And as this recognition took a hold, the softness grew and the road lit up.