Red suspenders and a matching bow tie. His shirt sleeves sit rolled-up loosely and above his elbows. An old straw hat sits on his head..covering where once there was hair. His calloused hands sit idly in his lap..telling tales of a hard and happy. A life full and well-lived.

Back and forth. Forth and back.

Her hair is pulled back carefully wrapped in a neat little knot at the nape of her neck. Silver grey flyaway tendrils loosely framing her soft smile. Her bespectacled eyes look up and out. Their tender blues..dancing in the light of this new day. The lines on her face are her life stories. Each a testament to a moment of pure joy and a greater moment of deep grief and sorrow.

Back and forth. Forth and back.

Tenderly - he reaches out for that familiar hand. That comfort that they've grown to depend upon. As if and almost to complete his thoughts - she reaches for his. And together they sit. Hand in hand. They rock.

Back and forth. Forth and back.