Everyday, a couple in their late 50s or early 60s visits this cafe.
They enter holding hands, then part briefly while the man brings coffee for both of them. Then they sit down together, gazing at each other affectionately. They hold hands constantly – maybe she has arthritis, but it seems to me that he massages her fingers. Unlike others, neither man or woman have no eyes for any of the youthful occupants of the cafe.
There they sit, wrapped up in each other, talking happily.
And how much time we waste, missing those moments that are right by our fingertips.