I am pissed really at this man, but pissed because the roads are muddy and I am afraid to get stuck in them. Next time we bring the four wheel drive SUV, bitching. He is really patient and so good to me. Later he will pat my hand and kiss it as I apologize for being snotty, but I say, I am so happy I walked by myself. You just needed some alone time, he says, bright eyes shining. But right now I stay in the car while he walks, waiting until I cannot see him to walk by myself. But he waits for me and hugs me, sorry your car got muddy, you did a great job driving through it though! Go ahead I tell him, I am not walking with you.
I stop to take a photo of a salamander and he is far ahead of me. I stop to talk a picture of the trees and to pee under the pines and he is gone. Crows gurgle up above, birds are whistling. I keep walking waiting to catch up with him. I stop to take pictures of the trees, the woods are both quiet, quiet, quiet and alive with the sounds of birds, of nature, and life, so full of life. Like faeries and wood sprites are looking out at me, unafraid.
I reach the end of the road, I look for his tracks in the sand, all along the road, and then at the end, I pass into the woods at the end, and I look intently into the mud. No tracks. I turn back. I do not even see my own tracks in the sand. I make my fast pace back to the car, after a while he texts me, where are you? I am on the road walking back, I say. Where are you. Waiting for you. Where I say, on the road by the path. I get to the spot I think he is, and no he is not there. I text him, where the heck are you? I keep walking. Finally just a few hundred yards from the car he is there popping out of the woods and scaring me. I laugh. What the hell? I ask him, what kind of walk was that?
At the car there is a map and he shows me the half mile he stopped at, and went off into the woods, I walked to here, I say pointing, to the end of the road, a full mile further than he did, and then back again.