There are Moments of Perfection.

Saturday morning, running through Lost Lagoon. Sun, for once, shining. I rounded a corner and at a park bench, a couple in their mid-50's...I'm not sure how I knew they were a couple, there was just an intimacy to the way they interacted with each other that suggested a long, long association. He was in a wheelchair, and on a respirator, clearly not well. And his wife? Standing behind him, giving him a haircut while he watched the swans and ducks play in the water, with the sun reflecting on the water in such a way that every splash seemed like a spray of diamonds in the air...