The Happiest picture.

I went to see this sand castle thingy at Pioneer Square today and noticed this couple. They're probably in their 80s 90s and had a somewhat miserable look. They were walking really slowly while looking at the sand works. They old man in red was weak and drooling all over his mouth. The woman was holding 2 fraps, even though after almost an hour they still didnt touch the coffee. I wasnt sure if people saw them. They were so small.
I have a soft spot for old lonely-looking people. I always wonder where they come from, why are they here doing whatever theyre doing, what are they thinking... then i wonder what their life was like, what did they do for a living, what did they want to grow up into when they were little, what did they do when they were at my age, who was in their life... then... if they have children, where are their children that they're here by themselves being alone in the crowd, does anyone else see them...?
In a few minutes, hundreds of questions passed through my mind. Then i felt ashamed quickly after i realized i was feeling sorry for them. I dont know... what am I to feel sorry for people?... was it bc i was sitting their nicely dressed and that im young and healthier? those things will go away one day anyway... then how great am i that i can look at someone and assume that they're miserable... time is such a concept created by people... 


I wasnt sure if that was the saddest or happiest thing i've ever seen. Their appearances looked so sad, but they looked so carefree and happy. They walked slow, looked and pointed at the sand castles and mumbled to each other in broken words. Im sure they didnt even need words... The old woman held the old man's arm to help him walk when he was too slow. They walked around once or twice in the crowd, not giving a care about the world. They smiled at the things they see and smiled at each other. And when I saw those dry and deep wrinkles tracing down their smiles, I thought to myself: "... such a pretty thing to see"... Honestly, my eyes got wet for awhile.... if that's not so weird =="....  I guess I would look happy too if I ever carry that appearance yet still have a loyal friend around. I wonder what it's like to have a companion like that to walk with for a long journey...






*lost in thoughts*....




anyway, those were just thoughts happening in my head... maybe they were just merely.. two people... right, just two people at a sand festival.