Speak with him, I was told.

Be intentional, they said.

Inquire.  Listen.  Learn.

So I tried.  I asked for guidance, and I jumped into this walk.  The zippers of my boots jingled as we strolled, his sandals thwopping softly in the night.  We laughed and we hugged and I know that more than one tear tried to grace my cheek as we talked. 

I smiled a lot, I tend to do that when I’m around him.  Our tongues were loose, fearless in their abandonment of their usual chains.  It was a night of perfection, of fulfillment and honesty and His faithfulness.  I don’t know how to describe it with specifics because the most special part is the feeling I have when I think back on that crisp night, but even that is too warm for words.

But it’s a fond memory.  Very fond.