The stranger approached.  Familiar to her, yet completely unknown.

Without hesitation she handed over her keys.

The journey was  long, the terrain changing over and over.

It sped by quickly and no matter what she did she found she couldn’t slow them down.

At times they laughed and smiled so much that she couldn’t help but wonder if this was all real.  How could anything be this good?  How had she been so lucky to get to this place full of dreaming and wonder?

It filled her up. spilling over and over.

They were entwined.

Their connection so strong that nothing, nothing in the world would ever break them.

At times, the road was rough.  They  lost their way, got separated, took wrong turns, headed in the wrong direction.

In these times she held on tight, her anxiety a vice,  her fear taking up all the space.  She pulled all her strength, gripped tightly, and somehow endured.

And then, just like that they were righted again and on their way. She found her breath.

 She took it all in. Each stop along the way different from the one before. Each stop special and unique and worth  holding onto.   Her arms  so full she feared something important would slip away.

 Time passed, the journey became more sure. They knew their way.

She moved to the back seat. Her view still clear.  Her vantage point different.

The path was theirs now.  Sure footed confident.

She breathed a little easier.  She would always be there.

They knew this.

They owned the journey now.