“Old Time is still a-flying”

by Jess

Not every morning, but often, as I’m leaving BG on my way to work, while the shadows are long and lean and the air is still cool, I see an elderly couple taking a walk together down a short stretch of sidewalk.  He is the more frail of the two.  He wears trousers pulled up to his ribs, a short-sleeved button-up shirt, a straw hat with a wide brim, and he carries a four-pronged cane.  She, much shorter and a bit stouter, wears shorts, a blouse, sneakers or sandals.  She holds onto his arm and they wobble down the sidewalk and then back to their house.  I love this couple.  I smile whenever I see them, and some anxiety seems to melt out of me.  I don’t want either of them ever to be alone.

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