So Colin Farrell once told a story in the Parade section of the LA Times. I’ll do my best to tell it here:
He was sitting in front of a cafe when a little kid and his mom walked by and he locked eyes with the kid for about a second. To that little kid, it was just another passing moment in his life, probably an incident he’ll forget before the day is over. But to Colin, it was moment he’ll remember the rest of his life… even when the kid won’t.
I remember reading that a couple years back, thinking after… Colin’s a decent guy. Despite all his womanizing tendencies.
Anyways, I’m sitting here at Strada and I see two different old couples.
Couple #1:
Grandpa – reading newspaper, coffee in hand with a serious expression on his face. And everytime he reads something interesting, important, frustrating his forehead wrinkles.
Grandma – on her laptop, typing away, looking at a notebook from time to time.
They’re here together, but doing their own thing. It’s kind of like, they love being with each other, but can do their own thing. It’s time together, but time apart.
Couple #2: Grandparents are with their granddaughter and her boyfriend/fiance/husband? And they’re hearing the grandma talk about how she and grandpa first met and married. From one generation to another.
It’s interesting how different couples make it work. It being the relationship.
And to them, these moments might be trivial, but to me.. it’s an impression.
Anyways, I should be studying, not people watching.
So in the words of the Teletubbies…
ByeBye!!
-Jenn