“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 understand the 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 sun that 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 world were not a throw, but a breath of chance — a way to hear that life asks not for strength, 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 how God speaks to us—while one seeks the answer, the other sees the wings.