I sat at the top of the cliff, looking down the green hill to the crashing waves below. You could see the white caps spraying. The wind was a little strong, it nudged my car gently, letting me know it was there. Turning, I looked down the winding road that kissed the edge, and saw a white ute driving towards me. It was you. It had to be you.

I turned back to the water, though the gravel let me know you had pulled up. I opened my car door, and felt the wind embrace me, a cool old friend. Casually, I looked over, as you got out of your car. There you were, hello.

Looking back at me, your dark features, gentle, reserved but honest face nodded hello. Walking around towards me, you stretched out your hand and shook mine. I felt the warmth, like the gentle glow of embers in a quiet fire.

Without having to prompt, we both grabbed our day packs, and began our adventure. Having no idea it wasnt just the path ahead of us that day, that we were to go on.