Companionship

On our way to the airport today, I saw these two sitting opposite us on the Northern Line.

I got the feeling they had been married a long time, and clearly still shared a companionship and love borne of a life together.

Despite sitting quietly together reading, each engrossed in their own book, there was the occasional shared knowing looks, touching each others arms as they spoke and yes, a twinkle in their eyes too!

Where were they going? Where did they live? Did they have children? Grandchildren? How did they meet, and how long had they been married (if indeed they were)? These thoughts passed through my mind as I sat, observing.

Delightful to see early on a Sunday morning.

(She was reading Mr Rosenblum's List and he was reading The Girl Who Played With Fire).