Just Holding Hands

It's the nearest comfort for my insecure mind

Photo by Natalia Sobolivska on Unsplash

We headed down the front steps and onto the sidewalk when I noticed myself wondering what we’d talk about, which I found a disconcerting thought to have twenty years into a marriage.

But it was understandable that a re-discovery process for me and my wife would accompany the return of solo time together, since house…