Answers are not always necessary
There they were, cruising down the road, the Mr. and Mrs. or so I presume. Perfectly dressed for the occasion, they topped off their outfits with straw hats, his looking dapper and hers with a signature addition of sunflowers and such. A picture to behold, I thought about taking a quick click to capture the moment, but didn’t want to intrude. Besides, it was far more amusing to imagine who they were and what they were about. You see, they were riding a bicycle built for two and I wanted to believe that they had given each other their “answer true” if you remember the lyrics to that song professing love and adoration for the “likes of you.”
As I drove past them peddling with sheer delight, I wondered how long and how often they ventured out on their two-seater. From a more romantic point of view, had they been riding together throughout a long and storied marriage or was it a late-blooming relationship that flourished like the sunflowers on her hat? Maybe the gent proposed while out somewhere special or at least won her heart when they discovered their shared love for spending “together time” on a two wheeler. Oh so many questions without a single answer, and I dare say, oh so engaging and entertaining.
Just as they were being carefree and what appeared to be untroubled, the sight of this couple gave me the same feeling. Driving on down the road, I delighted in my thoughts and pictured the possible answers to my ponderings. I also observed others who were out experiencing the same scenery but not in the same way. Without casting any judgment for sure, I couldn’t help noticing the young man who was walking on the sidewalk with his eyes fixated on a hand-held screen. Admittedly, I momentarily thought he couldn’t possibly be taking in the day like the charming, joyriding couple.
Then, just as I had earlier let my thoughts conjure up all kinds of romantic ruminations, I imagined the same for the young man. Could he be reading a text from his beloved whom he just had the courage to share something special? Or, maybe he landed a job offer after months of rejections? There’s always the possibility of an unexpected dinner invitation.
Who knows the answers to my curiosity that day? If I had stopped either party, the real story might not have been anywhere near as intriguing. Instead, I grinned at the thought that some things are better left to our imagination. Do you agree?