It was a beautiful evening, late in the season as we’re preparing to leave our summer place, our summer life.
How romantic, I thought, that he wanted to share this walk with me.
As we strolled down the road, past the woods and our neighbor’s quiet houses,
I noticed he was fiddling with the Fitbit that is always around his wrist.
Fragments of an conversation from earlier that day floated into my mind
Something about a malfunction…frustration…all his steps not counted…his daily goal in jeopardy.
I turned and asked “This is about getting in more steps, right?”
We kept walking and I stayed with the romance. (sigh)
September 30, 2016