His aching muscles pound to the rhythm of the gravel
The view of the pond becomes visible
He receives his answer.
She waves to him with complete honesty
No desire, no contempt, no assumptions
Just a simple flick of the wrist
But he is reassured
His footsteps are much lighter on that mile
He can’t help but smile
No audible words exchanged
but he knows she whispered
It’s all going to be okay
It’s a beautiful day
It’s all going to be okay
It’s a beautiful day.
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