We walk along the street, looking at the world through the augmented reality of Ingress. Couples stroll by and then disappear into the darkening shadows.
The day had been a long one, with arguments and hasty words. An evening outing to attempt to salvage the day.
Caught up in the game, he walks ahead. I pause and watch a man pull a dried flower out of a trashcan.
“…remembered the peace of God that Pastor Earl spoke of. Peace that wasn’t contingent on the circumstances…from a place that the storms of life couldn’t reach.” —Mark Goodwin
How do we respond when the storms linger?
I join my husband in the game. The street is quiet as we walk together.