Greeted by a Stranger

I was greeted by a stranger, a man whose years were many, and he was wise with experience. He came to ask me how my life was going, he came to be my friend. I was thankful for his intrest in a plain and normal girl like me. He did not offer me advice- but spoke of his memories and recalling his past put a smile on his face, so I smiled, and then I began to listen. He spoke about his father, his home, and his wife. His eyes danced around as he went on envisioning his life and seemed happy to remember, even with a stranger. As he tried to convey how real what he once knew was to me, we became familiar with each other. We became two friendly souls with something to say. And I smiled when his wife came up to the two of us, bringing his back to today, to now. She began to tease him and he laughed, loving her very much I could tell. They made each other happy, and as they talked, I could see that love was an unspoken language that eben I could understand. And when they were finished conversing with a stranger, he said, "what I mean is it all works out in the end somehow. All the saddness passes away and things get better, they always do."

Brittany