There are three types of people in the world for her:
The ones who run forwards, pining for the future, wanting the next stage of their life to happen already.
Those who sit still, looking over their shoulder at the past, not quite ready to continue with their life.
Then there are those, like her, who walk slowly taking the time to admire the view all around them. Not rushing yet still going on.
If she were to be honest, it's hard not to feel pity for them both. For the one who wants to leave the past behind and for the one who doesn't want to face the future.
She does not like the feeling of pity, it settles within her heart and sits there like a stone.
So instead of pitying them, she gently grabs the past onlooker by the shoulders to haul them upright and snags the wrist of the future seeker as they dash by.
In the moment the two gaze at her in confusion she smiles and tugs them both forward in a silent bid for them follow.
'Come, walk with me.'