“Two on the Road”

They were driving together.In the same car, in the same time,yet in different worlds.
He looked out the window — saw the road,the dust, the light, the vanishing line.Every kilometer was a step for him,a calculation, a movement forward.In his hands — apples,the taste of knowledge and restraint,as if he was still trying to understandthe true cost of choice.His gaze was turned inward —where memory becomes destiny.
She sat beside him — quieter, yet deeper.She wasn’t watching the road,but the spaces between moments.In her hands — figs,dark and tender, like a secret sunthat grows not outside, but within.Her eyes spoke of freedom,of how one may not follow the path,but listen to where the wind calls.The dice floating in her worldwere not a throw, but a breath of chance —a way to hearthat life asks not for victories,only for presence.
They were united by the road,yet divided by sight:he saw the path,she — the possibilities.He believed in the step,she — in the tremor.
And perhaps that’s howGod speaks to us —while one seeks the answer,the other sees the wings.