journey

just the other day i saw small built aged asian man hobble up the bus, with his equally small wife a few steps behind him.

he was dressed smartly, with a neat crisp shirt and a dark blue hat. they took a seat at the front and sat beside each other, exchanging occasional cheery glances.

the man got down a few stops later, and slowly helped his wife off the bus; afterwhich they strode off the sidewalk, his hand in hers.

it is love like that that transcends all boundaries; simple, raw but very real.