As I was walking, I came across a family and we were remarking on how gorgeous the day was when I happened to mention that I hadn’t planned on going this way as it was going to mean I was late for everything for the rest of the day. We visited for a bit longer, standing far apart as is required these days, and then said our goodbyes.
The one woman smiled and threw over her shoulder as she walked away “enjoy being late for everything!”
These words from a complete stranger were offered with the connection and intimacy of a life long friend… and they have stuck, possibly because of what I didn’t know was lying ahead.
When I got home, my husband David, with one quizzically raised eyebrow, says “you’re late?”
I laughed lightly and reply that I knew and it was an amazing walk and that I had a surprise place for us to go for our picnic lunch and a stroll. He grinned and reached for his walking shoes.