It was unseasonably mild this evening in metropolis, with strong wind gusts and buckets of water falling from the skies. Bittersweet, really.
On my way home through the rain, I spied a group of sixty to seventy-year old women. They had just come in from under the downpour. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then I heard them.
A chain reaction of the most lived-in laughs I've ever heard. I couldn't help but smile. These were women who must have known each other for small lifetimes. The joy they expressed in every gesture and word exchanged was beautiful. It was the real life Golden Girls, and it was a show I could watch forever.
I hope I grow old and remain happy with life like those women. Even in the rain.
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