As I was basking in the morning sun, I saw this pair of seniors and was instantly enthralled by their perplexing expressions. With their longing stares almost penetrating the fibres of time and (blank) space, what could they be thinking about...the interweaved joys and agony of the past or what looms in what is yet to be known?
Asking them might yield an answer, but this time, I guess leaving it at a question mark preserves the secret of the follies of their youth and the wisdom of their age. :D
