Intimacy

Many years ago, I witnessed a scene from the lives of two elderly people in their eighties that has stayed with me as something personal, bright, and intimate.

It was a couple of old people who liked to talk to each other: the old lady was sitting on the lap of an eighty-year-old man, they laughed, and he affectionately stroked her knee, looking into hers with his sparkling, lively eyes. Their eyes said: I see you for who you are, I love your wrinkles, the treasure that we felt before is still with us, we haven't lost anything. She held his neck with one hand, and there was an intimacy in this gesture that you will not find in any pornographic film or atlas human anatomy. . Two lives intertwined honestly, energetically, simply, and lovingly. I admired these two because both of them were strong, honest, and open. They didn't notice me because the world  did exist only for the two of them, and I became an unwitting witness to their intimacy...

Yes, I still believe in miracles, unicorns, and everything else that I can't see with my eyes, though I do see miraculous things with my eyes, and this was one of them...