He sat waiting for the bus. It was raining. He had no umbrella. His age? Maybe 50s or early 60s. Hard to tell. He looked worn out. Somewhere it got away from him.
He vanished into the bus and was gone.
She walked down the hallway. She smiled but it was vacant. Her age? Maybe late 20s or early 30s. Hard to tell.
She looked like it was getting away from her.
She vanished into the elevator.
Two lives. Same storyline. Different stages of the story but the same. .
You see it in the eyes. Bright eyes or vacant eyes.
Keep the brightness alive.
Keep the spark alive.
Keep the hope alive.
Keep the grace alive.
I can only hope they rekindle the spark.
At any age you can still do it.
An ageless experiment.