Nope, I’m not psychic. If it’s not written down (calendar, iPod Touch, my hand) I’m not gonna remember what I’m doing tomorrow outside of the usual.
But yesterday during lunch, a gray-haired couple rode by me on their bicycles. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She wore capris and a white t-shirt. He rode on the outside. She rode closer to the cars parked along the curb.
The street is quiet during lunch except for the occasional car passing by, so I could hear their voices before I saw them. But as they rode by, I stopped reading to watch them disappear down the street, admiring their unity as a couple.
And I wondered…
Will we look that when we’re up in years and graying?
🙂 God I hope so!