Chapter 22
Three and a half hours and several restroom stops later, we stood along the precipice of the Grand Canyon and its breathtaking views.
“You’re an impulsive fool,” I said.
“Does this mean you forgive me?”
Our eyes met. “I’m worried about your health, Philip. And your anxieties and heavy work load.”
“I’m fine. We’re all under a lot of stress right now.”
We fell silent.
The hot sun glinted off the buffed layers of lime and sandstone grooves of the canyon.
“Different than seeing it on television,” he said.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Well worth the admission.”
“I love it when you’re spontaneous.”
“I’m glad that I have you to share it with.”
Other tourists, those who paid admission to enter the park by foot, wandered around us, snapping pictures and sharing the spectacular views.
