A Bench in the Park

Let's sit on the bench in the sun for a while, M suggests. Why not? I have no objections. The sun has eventually come out and we're winding up our Victoria Day long weekend with a walk in the park.

Let's pretend we're young lovers, I suggest. M looks at me quizzically. Scoot up to the end of the bench, I say, so that I can lie on the bench with my head on your lap. And so we do.

Now, I suspect young lovers talk cooingly to each other. He runs his fingers through her hair and let's his fingers linger across her face. Their eyes are only for each other. I shield my face from the sun, draping my jacket across half my face. I close my eyes and nod off. All is quiet on our lovers' bench.

I open the uncovered eye to check on hubby. His eyes are shut. He too dozes in the sun. I smile. We may no longer be young lovers, so what, older love is so much better.