Anyway, he smiled when he saw me this past Saturday, and I must admit I was glad to see him too. He pulled me to the door, and we were off. It was a quiet morning, and D tends to walk- more like an amble actually- very slowly and deliberately. His heel always goes down firmly first and then the rest of his foot follows along in sort of a rolling motion, his toes always pointed out. He holds on to me- to my hand- with his right hand, and his left hand usually goes up and rests gently on his chest or on the drawstring from his jacket (or the drawstring on his shorts).
A good word to describe D's pace, I'd say, is "leisurely". Very. I have often found it difficult to walk with him because I have to slow down quite a bit in order to not end up dragging him along. The thing about this particular day was that I had just returned from taking my own "leisurely" break. As we walked slowly together, I immediately noticed how much less hurried I was, and how it was so much easier than usual for me to adjust myself to D's gentle rhythm rather than indulging the tendency I have to move along at my usually frantic trot.
As we strolled along D hummed quietly, and I enjoyed listening to his singing- not a particularly wide range, but he was very present and lovely to hear. Nice... to slow down and pay attention.