It’s finally warm enough to get outside and have a nice walk together. Jennifer and I walk together as exercise-lite a couple times a week now. It’s a big lap around the neighborhood.
We chat and dream together I guess is the best description of conversation. What we talk about isn’t important in particular, just that we do.
We usually hold hands for at least some of the walk. There’s a dominant hand position if you didn’t know… my hand goes “in front” of hers. We’ve always done this naturally for some reason… I’ll just assume it was my raw masculine powah that made that happen.
That’s about it. I always feel happy after a walk.