The Cape Of Flowers

It was such a sweet sight to see.

A couple in their twilight years strolled down the twilit beach. Her hand in his, there was no question it belonged there. They stopped, perhaps to watch the youngsters at their play, standing so close their sillhouettes seemed as one against the setting sun.

Around them, boys turned cartwheels into the breaking waves and buried each other in the sand. The old man stooped, and began shovelling sand over his wife's feet. They may be have aged, but they have not forgotten how to play.

They may have aged, but they have not forgotten how to love.

To be able to walk in the open, wearing their affection for all to see. To be able to grow old together, and still find joy in each other. Such simple things, yet so, so much to ask for.

But still, it was such a sweet sight to see.