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“Hey there,” she called unsurely to the sitting man reading a book.
He, taller than she remembered, smiled with a happy, friendly look.
He rose from the table and greeted her more warmly than most she known. Then,
they began their journey together, along a path to a place she had not been.

“I presume we’ll be good friends,” seemed to be the first thing he said.
Surprised by his certain declaration, those words still linger in her head.
“Dismount” read the sign and they shared an awkward first chuckle,
She could feel it then, unexpected, as her knees began to buckle.

As he thoughtfully suggested, she had worn her walking shoes.
She listened while he shared, laid himself bare, and, with humor, amused.
His kindness, his warmth, his earnest quest to inspire
all shown brightly, precious life not to pass lightly, well-being his desire.

In the warm sun, with warm hearts, the miles and time flew by.
Over lunch, she spoke of chasing dreams, the days she felt like she could fly.
With a wistful tear, she shared her deep wish to feel that way again.
Encouraging her that day would come, he was already a friend.

Returning home up the hill, through the woods, passing the railing,
she asked careful questions. He shared his growth, the questions, the failing.
They paused at the last curve by the water to soak up one more awesome look
of the autumn leaves reflecting in the canal –like pictures in a coffee table book.

A few stairs, a few more steps, and a reluctant hug that came too soon,
She closed the car door, felt her heart pound as her soul began to swoon.
She felt the thudding click of The Cogs turning The Gears of The Universe as they aligned
It felt that the hand of Destiny held the pen. Their next chapter had just been signed.

Many questions still unanswered of what will come from that day -the sixth of October
Still the rightness is certain, the connection persists with the zeal of the drunk finally sober.
Amid all the future’s uncertainties, she knows sure she’ll never again be the same
for she has been touched by the soul, the spirit, The One with Craig for his name.

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