He picked up his guitar like any other day. The weight felt like it always did. The dirt from yesterday was still on the strings. And he was unprepared as ever. So he set out without much a plan. Play outside. That was it.
She got up from bed ready to meet the day at its terms. She would run. She would workout. Light breakfast. Then hit those books and dive into some research. Her work required profound insight into the complexities of color chemistry. Yes, today would be a colorful day.
The sounds of his strings reached her beyond the turn. The day gave them some wind to carry their scents. Sweat. Shampoo. She gave him her most inviting smile with a gentle, soft, and emphatic ‘hey’. He gave her his best ‘I see you there’ smile. They met.