I felt the urge to write my thoughts the next morning...
Last evening I spent my time in a cozy restaurant by the Intracoastal waters with a couple who, I would say, have earned a well-deserved lifestyle of peace, beauty and selected friends. As soon as I entered their residence complex I was impressed by the service of the staff. I received smiles and warm welcomes from all; from the guard to the van driver who picked up residents and dropped them off to and from the restaurant as the whole complex was bigger than I anticipated to see. As we were enjoying our dinner, I hardly noticed the pianist who enhanced the ambiance by playing mellow tunes. The ceilings were high and well-designed with a skylight that generously gave us a gorgeous view of the full moon. What else could I ask for? I became a captive listener to the couple's stories of youth and as I listened I couldn't help myself from imagining how I would become as I get to their age. Her eyes sparkled as she talked about their courtship, he showed a boyish smile as he spoke about his first job during the depression. They both are in their late eighties but I kept seeing two people in their twenties so eager to live their lives! Only a few thoughts kept surfacing- life is too short...time is immeasurable...eternity is real. I kept looking at the landscape outside, lush and green, a wooden gazebo in the center, empty and quiet. Countless hours were spent to create such beauty in order to feed hungry eyes like mine. It reminded me of how elusive time is to so many. Why waste time dreaming? People generally refer to dreamers as unrealistic. I say, dreams are my reality.
Her name is Sylvia.