The Turbid Terrain

She sang to him. Softly in his ear, right there on the idle street corner. He sat on his walker’s chair, staring into space as her melodic tone anticipated him having a glimpse at their past long life together. I hope he got to see.

I hope he got to reminisce on all the laughs, the kisses, the intimate moments shared. And I also hope he got to see the rough patches on their journey. The turbid terrain. So that looking back at those moments all these years later…he can find solace and peace in knowing that they made it through. She sang for him the way I want to be sung to one day. The way I’d like to sing if I find myself with the opportunity to do so. Here’s to not letting the music stop.

~ Sunday 07.25.2021 @ ?:??

I was driving and saw an older Asian couple standing at a corner. The woman was leaning into & “singing to” (in my interpretation of the scene…I couldn’t actually hear them). He was sitting on his walker facing the same direction as she was. I pulled over about a block later and wrote this on my phone.