“Do you remember why we are together?” he said as he looked intently at the blank wall.

“We are a smart fit dear. Both of us are heads of our own companies in the literary field.” She quickly answered her phone.

“A smart fit? That seems so depressing. Who wants to be smart when it comes to love?”

“Who wants to be a fool when it comes to anything? And please don’t start again with that melodramatic “there’s more to life” speech. You gave it to me last week so this should be my week off.”

“We should go somewhere. Just take off for a while and do something random and completely stupid.” His eyes sparkled with the thought of adventure.

“You mean stupid other than entertaining these ideas? You know we cannot go anywhere. I have two important launch dates and you have a board session to prepare for.”

“Why did we start our own businesses?”

“Because everyone else was doing it wrong and we could do it better.”

“I thought I started it so I could afford to do things I wanted to do.”

“And you can afford to do anything you want to do but just not today.”

His gaze lifted for a moment to the woman standing next to him. She was very attractive physically, thin with ample curves to entice a second stare but he could barely stomach looking at her. She summed up the captivity of his own life. His eyes shot out of the window and across the street.

“You’re selling this place?” he said to a woman as she placed a small for sale sign in the window of a small street level apartment in the river district. It had only been one day since he ran into her.

“Yeah. You interested in buying it?” she asked in a friendly tone.

“I don’t know. I am kind of interested and kind of not.”

“Well don’t jerk me around about it or anything.” She laughed as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail.

She was intoxicatingly beautiful and not just her slender figure. There was a wildness in her eyes, a passion that stirred even his wearied soul.

“What could possibly make you give up this place?” It reminded him of the dreams he once harbored as a boy of living the wanderers’ life.

“I know. It seems foolish to give up something good but maybe there is something better out there, a horizon I haven’t seen yet that could offer me hopes I could never have otherwise had.”

Who talked like that he wondered.

“So you are going to give up a little slice of heaven for a chance at something mystical and unseen? That doesn’t seem to make much sense.”

“Why doesn’t it?” She asked almost defensively. “Why does it need to?”

“I don’t know.”

He started to walk away then turned to find her watching him as he left.

“Can I ask you one thing?”

“By all means.” She responded with a slight blush.

“What do you think you will find?”

“I don’t have any idea. That’s the point. But maybe if I can peel back the cover that stretches across my own horizon I could finally see.”

“See what.”

“Everything.”

“Get up and get ready to go.”

The voice was harsh and it drew him back from the quite recess of his memory.

“If you don’t get up and get ready you are going to be late for your board conference.”

She was met with only a blank stare. He hadn’t returned from the river district yet, not wholly returned at least.

“You have two choices. You can either keep setting there or get up. You can either live your life or not.”

With that she turned and left the room.

She was right. He had the choice.

He got up from his chair and pulled on a pair of pants and a jacket. He was going to live his life. Just not this one.

As his feet hit the pavement he knew he would never see her again. She would hate him, but he just needed a horizon that he could peel away.