A tug at the heart strings.

There is this blind couple. They walk. Everyday. With their sticks and their windbreakers they walk. They've memorized their path. They walk it together. Everyday. I wonder if there was ever a time when one could physically see the other. I wonder what they imagine the other looks like in their mind. I want to talk to them but I don't want them to know I watch them walk. Everyday.