As I walked in the dusty, barren bowl, I met two walkers singing.
They were singing with obvious joy, back and forth to one another. She had her arms around him, he had his head on her shoulder. They walked in time to the each other, melodic in every verse they sang. Brother big, sister small and singing.
Verse by verse they each rehearse to make their smiles broader.
Step by step they smile and gaze into the eyes they share.
When the quiet fills their lungs, I'm no longer there.
