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When I returned, we were quietly married with no fireworks. We don't talk much because we are more comfortable in silence. We usually know what each other is thinking, and it often involves the fond wish that we were young and full of life again. And I sometimes wish that I had swept her off her feet at that dance all those years ago, and persuaded her to run away with me so we could have lived the happy struggles of young lovers while surrounding ourselves with a family.......So that instead of asking myself heavy philosophical questions like this, I could be listening to my grandson squeal with delight as I show him how to catch a Trout and tell him of the ancient adventures of a Trout engineer........
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