I am the road. I am worn cobblestones shaped by the brush and stride of all who have crossed me.

And I am also the silver mist from warm breath in the cold air.

I am the soft clack of tiles placed on a gameboard.

I am a chemical reaction, an output, and so, too, am I the component to someone else’s equation. The sun against their leaves, or the salt against their soil.

I am a contributor. I am incomplete. I am atoms bonding.

You are the kind word I’ll never forget, and I am the joke you still repeat.

_What a wonder it is, to change each other. _