Staring out the window on a car ride I saw a man and a woman, both of a more mature age, talking. I imagined they are neighbors, standing at their property lines, engaged in the ordinary conversation of “how is so-and-so” and “did you ever get that window fixed?” They stood in what looked like clothing appropriate for yard work with gloves and funny hats included. The kind of hats found in the gardening section of a store with loud patterns and wide brims to provide shade from the bright sun.
And as I glimpse these people for this one moment in passing, I think about how with each year we age, we become a little more comfortable in life. A little more at ease with who we are. We discover a little more. We accept a little more. Maybe we do it at different paces, but it happens.
This image of the two of them relaxed and chatting gave me a vision of the years to come. Years of enjoying the time I have, doing things that I love and absorbing the joy of the people around me.
Years of wearing funny hats.