The stillness was almost overwhelming. At 8 am it was already warming up for a very long hot summer’s day. It wasn’t often he’d started a day like this. Calm, peaceful and with a tranquillity he wasn’t used to. His eyes lifted to the sky; the horizon of the blueness met the soft green hills in the distance. England at it’s best he thought.
Over the years John had seen many days breaking – and coming to an end too. All different and beautiful in their own way. His skin was leathery and wrinkled. The whiteness of his eyes a noticeable contrast to the darkness of his skin; as were the lines on his face. He gently patted his rotund body as he popped the last piece of croissant into his mouth. Slowly chewing and enjoying every taste of the jam carefully chosen at the local market. Home made and full of plump juicy strawberries. The smooth filter coffee complemented his breakfast of freshly squeezed orange juice. What a feast. He looked at his hand when he reached to top up his coffee. Veins standing proud on the back and knuckles wrinkled like walnuts.
Sarah stepped silently into the garden and stood watching him for a while. Wondering what his thoughts were. She was still getting used to the fact that he was here with her. Not just today but every day. Her skin was fair and untroubled by lines. Her long hair, once a deep chestnut colour, now wispy and grey. She had taken great care of her appearance over the years and it had certainly paid off. She was beautifully groomed even for first thing in the morning.
He turned as he heard her nightdress rustle in the light breeze that had sprung. Her slender body showed beneath the silky material. Smiling, he held out his hand for hers. She was still as beautiful as when they met some forty odd years ago. He stood and pulled her towards him. Her lips met his and lingered for a few moments. They gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. Contentment at last. Could life get any better than this he thought?
Slowly he stood and pulled her closer still. They kissed passionately. She responded with a need as urgent as his. His hand held hers as they slowly went inside. Did it matter what time of day it was? Absolutely not. Seize the moment.
There’s life in the old dog yet he thought to himself.