A year earlier, my father, who was then 70, had undergone open heart bypass and back surgery. Now we were walking together atop the long, curving ridge- boundary of Brecon Beacons National Park. En route we befriended Erica, a Welsh woman who was clearly oblivious to the beck and call of stress.

At dusk the three of us encountered an elderly lady and her beagle hiking toward us. Teetering along on a walking stick, she wore a motoring cap and held a bunch of wildflowers. I said "hello" and asked her where she was going. She replied in Welsh,

"Rydw I yna yn barod." We looked to Erica for a translation.

"She said, 'I'm already there.'"

They continued their placid conversation in Welsh until the old woman resumed her walk. As she faded into the distance, I declared my envy for her simple philosophy.

"Let's catch up with her. There's something else I'd like to ask her."

We spun around and caught up with her. She walked a few more steps along the trail, traded her flowers to the other hand, and raised an eyebrow. Erica translated my question,

"What's the secret to along and happy life?"

The old woman and I scrutinized each other for an instant, beings from different eras and opposite sides of an ocean. She directed her answer to Erica. 

"Moments." There was a quiet pause. Then the old woman smiled, squinted at my father, and spoke slowly,

"Moments are all we get. A true walker understands this."

After a silent minute, we all clutched hands with the old woman, then we waved good-bye as she trudged off with eternal poise and bearing. As we turned to continue on our way, my father and I exchanged smiles.

Moments. They are all we get.

~ Author Bruce Northam ~