and that's when we're dead and buried. Well, at least that's my philosophy about living. Until then, I keep going on a day at a time. I often think of evenings sitting on the beach and just enjoying the sounds with someone who would like that as much as me. Or how pleasant it would be to curl up next to each other on the loveseat watching out the window at a ping rain storm. As well, I often envision what it could be like to simply enjoy the company of you at my side, on my arm or holding my hand as we adventure around the old city, taking in the sites and sounds. How pleasant that would be! I walk around the ancient city and see elderly couples of all shapes and sizes still holding hands and sometimes wonder how they managed. Sometimes, it's pretty easy to see and understand.