As I drive up the hill, I notice this old couple coming down the hill towards me. He, the driver, seems to be in his mid eighties. She, the passenger in the attached carriage, about the same age. The vehicle, a motorcycle from the time of their youth.
They are taking their time, about half the speed limit. Followed by fifty impatient souls in the rush to live their own lives.
Yet, the couple is oblivious, present only to the joy of their ride and having each other. Their smile is heaven.