Its call sounds like no other. Guttural, animalistic but gentle. When you listen to the intake of breath and what follows. What follows is an invitation, opportunity, to move. You kneel down, open your mouth and disgorge directions. But, I can’t do that, you say as your last truthful sentence: I’m one lost one here. You should be telling me.
Give me directions, he insists.

You do. You make them up as you go along.

He tells you to stand up. You do and he takes your hand.;

We are going to follow your directions, he says.

No, you please. Please no. Shit, I don’t know where we’re going. Shit.
Why should I be the one to lead? he asks.

Because you can’t leave it to chance, you counter.

But this is chance, he insists. Now be quiet and listen. What do you hear? What do you see?

A park.
Do you like parks?
Yes.
Then fucking go there.

Oh, you think. Well that was easy enough.