Today I saw the most dismal pair of people on the planet. They were the epitome of drab. I’d call them a couple but that would imply some sort of togetherness, camaraderie and there was nothing so meaningful in the appearance of these two. Let me say here that today was one of those bright Spring days full of birds song and budding flowers. The sun was feeling warm and the breeze from the sea was perfect. It was a flawless morning. Joyful simply for the life buzzing all about. I was thinking of the summer months to come, images of fresh coconut just sinking in when I was suddenly faced with these two awful figures. They literally stopped me in my tracks. Amongst all the colorful characters of the morning they were so very noticeable and in such a very bad way. They were “older”, perhaps in their 70’s. Even though they were a man and a woman they shared an almost identical haircut-longish on top, tapered at the neck, boyish. Their hair was grey, all of it, both of them, flat grey. They wore matching eyeglasses of the round variety with black frames. Each had on a grey suit which was the very color of their hair, with white button down shirts-the woman in a calf length skirt, the man in slacks. Both wore simple black shoes and walked with the same gait-a slow but steady sort of shuffle. They could’ve been twins, they were even the same height. I’d never seen so much grey in color and demeanor in my entire life. Their mouths were pin-straight lines of boredom. I thought, Christ! What makes people like this happy?? They need a little color in their life! I then gave myself permission to completely lose my mind when I’m older. Lose the constraints, the inhibitions, the self-consciousness. When I’m 70 I want to wear costume jewelry, insanely big hats, a rainbow of colors and patterns that have no business being together. Other than when you’re 5 when else can you really do this and get away with it? The old have an opportunity to really shove it the younger generations’ faces. They’ve been through so much that social rules on how to express themselves just shouldn’t apply. If I feel the “grey” start creeping into my soul as I age I’ll have to remember my encounter today and grab a feather boa and be off!
Why So…Grey? Post-A-Day 2011
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