Look closely......closer.
He will not assume anything for the reader. The senses, in this case, sight, pick up the nuances, as is the case with our experiences every moment of each day. Triggered are childhood flashbacks to a time when our fears and fun rest in the power of others. That was then and this now. But we remember, if only in the unconscious recesses of our emotional knapsack, we unknowingly drag along.
First and foremost is the sun rising and filling the moment with possibility. On all levels we see a clean and orderly balance, save for the power imbalance of the relationship. The table is dominated by him, she clasps her hands together, as if praying. He sips, she waits, wondering which mood he will bring to the day....as it will become hers.
She needs eyeglasses to see out, to understand her world. He no longer cares to, but would rather dwell inside his head, contemplating his regrets. He is a steady man, but his bent right wrist says broken.
Time has moved along past the couple, but these early moments of the day are still hopeful.
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