It was a long Sunday drive, out through the sunlit, speckled countryside. Miles rolled under their tires while the customary silence reigned inside the car.
Lost in their own worlds, they took in the rapidly expanding suburbs and disappearing forests. Each contemplated this loss in their lives, and indeed worlds, as the miles unfolded.
After almost forty years together, their minds synced as if on one synaptic system so they could share those moments.
It was the same every weekend.
This drive was the ending, the period to their weekly sentence.
In the beginning, it had been mutual exploration of new roadside vistas, of places and sights unseen. But over the years, they had driven and then re-driven every road, every twist and small town many times.
Expressing entire paragraphs and stories in single words was their new challenge, making each communication between them simple and meaningful in a Zen kind of way. In the past year, this game had been extended to their home as they simplified their lives ever more. With the kids grown and moved, they both were looking for new adventures.
But this day, with the light fading and having reached their furthest point yet, the adventure began.