I was working out on a stair climber listening to my iPod. There are four treadmills in front of me and each one is occupied. To my left is a young buck running, next are two mature ladies, the first probably in her 70s and the second in her 50s, and last is a mature gentleman probably in his 70s. The latter three are walking, not running. Several minutes into my workout, 'In Your Eyes' by Peter Gabriel started to play. Halfway through the song, I saw the older gentleman step off his treadmill and walk over to the 70ish lady directly in front of me. He stood beside her as she continued her pace and then I saw his hand move up from his side to rest on her bottom. Not on her back..her backside...lower backside. As Peter continued to sing, I watched their interaction, smiling on several occasions when he cupped his hand and copped a feel. This was followed by several endearing pats on her rump. Me thinks someone was feeling frisky. She did nothing to stop him, just kept on walking. Me thinks both of them were feeling frisky.
I admit feeling a bit embarrassed because I watched, rather than politely looking away. But I was so touched by this show of public affection...so very genuine and real. It kinda took my breath away, you know. The gentleman left, followed a few minutes later by the lady. I continued on the stair climber, thinking about this couple. Wondering...are they married, dating, have they been together all their lives? An hour later I passed the gentleman outside the women's locker room on my way to the pool and I smiled the entire time. Whether he knows why I was smiling, well, who knows. But I was touched.
I 've heard it said the heart has no concept of time. And I've always believed that is true. This morning, I saw proof.
But then maybe that's because it is love that keeps the heart so young.