Little By Little

We sit at a little rest area upon a little table drinking a little drink. We are partway on our way from someplace to somewhere, not certain of where we've been or where we're bound. We just needed a pause, a moment of pondering little things that truly matter. We are unsure of the way, only that we are going little by little, not because we have to, or need to, or even want to really - although, we are definitely not against it one bit - but, because, it is the manner in which we are being moved, our little selves, shells of humanity, floating along life's little river of love.