"I like to walk backwards," he said as we wandered down the road
"it's like seeing where you've been in a way you've never seen it before
it keeps the future in the future and pulls the past back into the present
you don't trip over the things you've already tripped over
and you don't know what you're going to trip over next
because it hasn't happened yet"
I smiled and nodded, held his hand and tried to steer him in the future while he looked at today.