I drove, slightly too fast, through the tree-lined neighborhood, my mind singularly focused on the errand at hand. I knew I would get irritated if anyone or anything got in my way - a dog-walker, a slow car, a bicyclist. I just wanted to be done and get back home, strip off the work clothes, don my sweats and settle in. Fortunately the road was clear.
As I rounded a bend, I saw them in the distance.
An elderly couple it looked like, slowly crossing the street.
I checked my irritation - and my speed - as I neared. Something about them commanded my attention.
They were similar in stature: short, slightly bent at the waist. They took small, slow steps. Each wore a hat. He, a black, flat cap. She - well, I didn't get a good look. I could see each had alabaster hair curling out from under their head gear. The waning afternoon was sunny, mild, yet each wore a beige sweater.
In the gentleman's hand was a cane, but he carried it by the shaft next to his side, rather than using it. "They're so cute" was my initial thought. "Just out for a stroll."
As I slowly passed them, I took my eyes off the road long enough to see that they were holding hands - tightly, at once supporting each other and loving each other.
I drove on consumed suddenly by the fear that I would never find myself in a similar scenario thirty years hence.
I didn't even know I wanted this, until I saw it.
Quote of the day: Grow old with me! The best is yet to be. ~Robert Browning