I stopped at the Irving Nature Park on my way to work Sunday night. It was a beautiful day, and I had plenty of time. I was in no hurry to get to work. This was my first time back to the park since last summer. I love it there, but I tend to stay away. Too many memories.
While most people were enjoying the walking trails, I decided to take a stroll along the beach. As far as beaches go, I don’t really think this one is all that great, but there’s still something to be said about walking along the edge of an ocean.
I sat for a bit, and watched other people go by. Aside from a couple of individual joggers, everyone seemed to be couples. There were young couples. There were young at heart couples. And as I watched them, I realized that these weren’t simply two people walking along a beach. These were real couples. It didn’t matter if they were newly in love, or celebrating a lifetime together, you could tell that these people were the special ones. They were going to make it. They walked together. They touched. They laughed. They spoke, or they were silent. But they were together.
I’m beginning to realize what my role is within this giant universe we live in.
And I’m fine with that.