couple.

This morning I found myself sitting next to an adorable elderly woman reading the Metro newspaper. She was definitely at least around 80, as per the state of her very spotted and veiny hands, and a set of rather large jowls (yes, really). Anyhow, she looked very chic, in a white blazer with a delicate gold floral/branch pattern, some beige pants, and cute Keds. Her glasses were so huge that at first glance, I wondered if she had any problems reading that tiny newspaper print, but she seemed to be getting along just fine. I noticed she was reading a story about new movies, and then she moved on to the letters/op-ed page.

Then I noticed right next to her was an elderly man, dressed more business-like, also reading the Metro. He had a magnifying device, however, and I couldn't get mad at him when the top of his paper brushed against my shoulder for about a minute. He was too blind to even realize what was going on. When I fidgeted in my seat a bit, he moved his paper closer toward him. Anyhow, took me a couple of moments for me to gather that the two were together; they had matching wedding rings, and eventually they mumbled a few words to one another. They had gotten on the train before my stop, which means they had come from Jamaica, and they got off a Rockefeller Center. I wondered if they worked together? It was all a very cute scene.

Maybe I'm feeling a little hormonal around this time of the month, but for what it's worth, I really hope that I'm still hopping on and off of the train when I'm in my 80s—whether with a husband, friend, or by myself—reading up on what's new and going places in my fun little Keds. Or Nike dunks, cause I'll still be stylin'.