As I make my everyday commute back from work I am confronted by a red traffic light.
I turn to my right and notice a couple, I suppose over the age of 60, leisurely walking on the sidewalk next to the road that I am on.
One has a bag over her shoulder and the other an umbrella in his hand.
They are walking at a turtle’s pace.
Though they may not look the most content, they seem to be okay.
They are not in a rush like I am.
Nor are they stressed like I am.
Despite knowing that they have little time left of life, they walk in a manner that suggests the opposite;
They walk as though they carry all of eternity in that mini black shoulder bag.
And I am envious.