Rain, rain, and more rain, but it’s not that cold. Passers by are not rugged up, and nobody is hurrying along. An older couple, holding hands, stopped to look through the window. He asked, ‘Want to go in?’
She said, ‘Well, no. Not really.’
They continued walking. When I came out my door a little later, they were further down the road going very slowly hand in hand and not minding the steady rain. They were looking around at everything. They both wore thongs and they stopped to look down at a puddle and talk about it.
I watched them cross the road and get sprayed by a passing car and laugh about it.
It’s not weather for thongs yet, no, not really…
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Is that a mail box or a book return slot under your window? 😀
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It’s both – and it’s for putting notes through asking me if I have certain books or not 🙂
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When my husband and I are old, I hope we still hold hands when we stroll and laugh when we get splashed by a passing car.
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I hope for that too. Was such a nice thing to see!
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What a stunning photo! And what a beautiful couple.
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Thank you Ana, that’s one of my front windows 🙂
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