The fogs quiet prayer

Some walks are meant to last a lifetime.

Others are meant to teach you how to keep walking when the footsteps beside you disappear.

I used to think the beauty was in having someone beside me. The conversations, the laughter, the silence between two people who didn’t need words.

But somewhere along the way, I realized I was never alone.

I found myself walking through the hills,

feeling the salt in the air,

watching the gold on the bridge

and listening to the fog’s quiet prayer.

There were moments when I thought I had lost someone, only to discover that I had found a deeper part of myself.

The streets looked the same, but I wasn’t.

Every step carried a memory. Every shadow held a lesson. Every sunrise reminded me that God was still writing a story I couldn’t see yet.

Maybe that’s what these walks were always about.

Not where we were going.

Not who stayed.

Not who left.

But who I was becoming along the way.

So I keep walking.

Sometimes with memories.

Sometimes with questions.

Sometimes with a camera in my hand and nothing but silence around me.

But always with faith.

Because I finally understand.

Some people walk beside you, some people walk away.

And some walks are simply the universe walking with you.