Gazing out the library window the other day, on a very quiet day; it's gettin' late and dark is beginning to fall. Lookin' up the road that leads to the police station.
A youngish man is walking his puppy up that street, heading away from me, on the left. The guy is dressed too lightly for the weather, in my humble opinion. He exudes the energy of youth (I think there is a connection there). The puppy is prancing, straining at the leash.
Simultaneously, an elderly couple is walking towards me on the opposite side of the same street. They are close, you can sense the years they've been together. They're moving slowly, walking carefully. They are not talking because they don't have to. They are dressed just right, in my humble opinion.
In that moment I witnessed fifty years of life in a before and after snapshot.
The kind of moment that makes you respect and reflect upon the relentless passage of time.
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