He sat at the end of the picnic style table on the outside deck of the restaurant overlooking the calming ocean waves. Slumped over and carefully cutting his yellow fin tuna with the plastic knife. She sat at the opposite end of the table, iphone in hand capturing pictures of the setting sun with its yellows, pinks, and shades of blue stretching across the sky. Not a word was spoken between them.
We noticed them. The peculiarity of their relationship. Is this what happens after 50+ years of marriage? You inhabit the same space but need few words spoken to communicate. He, completely engrossed in his meal, and she happy to be out enjoying a sunset.
Her attention shifts to a group of teenagers on the beach setting up poses for their next Instagram post. Girls together, boys together, the whole group with a bystander clicking the picture. All the while, she is capturing the moment on her phone. Getting enjoyment from watching the playfulness and spunk of youth. Is she remembering a time with friends? Is she merely stopping to notice a moment, a slice of life around her? He continues to eat, savoring each bite, oblivious to her photo session in progress.
He is gone. Probably back at the car, sitting in silence, digging between the spaces in his teeth with a toothpick or popping a few Tums to prevent his post meal heartburn. She is still snapping pictures. A smile on her face. A Friday night out to dinner. Date night. Two different motives but both leave feeling happy.
My husband quips, “Is this us in 30 or 40 years?”