They were young, young in spirit, and as they leisurely strolled across the deserted parking lot she clasped his hand and swung it between them. He looked at her with laughter in his light brown eyes, in his scarred face, and her dark black eyes mirrored laughter back. Then a ray of the rising sun shot between some shadowy buildings to spark her gray curls into a blazing silver hat and he was stunned. “What a beautiful silver hat you’re wearing, my dear. It goes wonderfully well with your blue dress. You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
She stood on her tip-toes to kiss his firm lips and he smelled the wild freshness of her and, deliciously sighing, he lifted his head back and saw the chandeliers. The sun had so perfectly touched the overhead lights of the parking lot that they seemed to be winking and laughing in sheer gaeity. Then, half humming, half singing, he took each of her hands in his and they began to waltz to “The Merry Widow”: “Da daDada, Da daDada, Da, Da, Da”. He held the fragile world in his hands and thought how strong it was. She followed his strength and thought of wings and lightness.
At the other end of the parking lot, which was lined with bushes and still quite dark, a young man and his girl sat on a bench and watched old age bring morning into the world. “Isn’t it wonderful?” the girl whispered. Abruptly he stood up, grabbed one of her hands and said softly, “Come on, let’s dance”.
Soon, in the early morning light, there was seen a silver hat and a gold, a dark bronze and an iron gray, brightening and darkening and brightening again as they danced through the shaft of the sun.
And so, the two young couples, clasped hands graciously swinging and circling about over the black ballroom floor and under the spread-out chandeliers, which now fluttered and chirped and flew all about, passed and re-passed each other with smiles of acknowledgment and delight, their hearts and minds happy and free, while the sun rose and the earth turned, and motors started up in the surrounding blocks and blasts of truck-horns charged into the day.