Muscles tensed. One leg planted firmly on the earth, the other swinging forward as a pendulum. Heel touched down and my body rolled forward onto the other foot. The legs reversed position and the whole thing started again.
As simple as that. We met in the village library. But it began on the mountainside.
Four years ago, I walked towards the summit, step by step. Not my first steps in the Pyrenees. But my first steps walking out with Nico.
Four years later, and we're still walking together, through the mountains, the valleys, the world.