Today on the beach,
I stopped to take the photo of a young couple
with seeing eye
They were struggling to find the setting
on her iPhone.
on this fateful sunny afternoon.
I met them at the bottom
of the steps.
They were up about 10
-- of the 80 steps.
So many ahead of
them, steps, that is.
It was as if it didn't matter
whether they knew what was ahead, or not.
They were young, they were in love, they were blinded
-- the love, not the sun
that was high above them, over the bridge
backdrop of the photo