Walking in the lane between Hilton and Zam Zam in Makkah, a cold wind coming up through the lane littered with shoppers, beggars, sellers laying out their wares on the road, K and I are laughing about a wheelchair we saw a few days ago, and how the child pushing his brother was racing it down the street with no abandon over stairs and bumps and we said how we wished we had that abandonment and then we talked about how we did, how we drove our wheelchairs over waterfalls and how we broke and we laughed and laughed and I thought in that moment, on the street, this is perfect.
