They met in a second life, by chance. After her divorce she prayed on a balcony for another family, and just that day, he was looking for God in India when Mother asked him to come home for the New Year.
What a New Year….
The first time they went off on a trip, there was some One Untouchable next to their embrace. As if nature was happy with this union of late age.
Together they built slowly, but not slowly her son grew up to go far away, only to court a beauty of his own. It is hard to see him now, but life is good with lots of work and mealtimes in a twosome on a veranda by the willow.
Her hair has turned gray but it sways under a straw hat that he thinks is her. She hasn’t stopped laughing like a girl and he is less stubborn, wiser in knowing certain things.
Last week they went off to the mountains looking for snow, but they remembered it was summer. The sun shimmered on Aspen trees.
High noon on the Rockies, they held each other in a world too big.
She turned and asked, do you promise to remember this forever?
Why? a smile broke his wrinkles.
Because everything comes to pass….