Rhythm and Rhyme

Not a sound..not a word spoken.

One turns his head to the right...the other turns hers to follow. I watch - mesmerized. By their simplicity..by their synchronicity...by their elegance and grace.

How is it possible to be so familiar with one another as to know in advance what the other is thinking..what the other is doing...which direction the other is going? How is it that they can move - together - with such rhythm and rhyme?

One breathes in..the other breathes out.

The purity..the simplicity...the late afternoon light. As the landscape has faded from golds to browns and greys - they be-dazzled and be-dazed.

How beautiful - I thought - to walk side by side..to mirror..to trust...to believe...to know.