They walk hand in hand, strolling around my neighborhood in the mornings. While the city streets are bustling with people rushing to work, late for meetings, and hailing cabs, they take their time enjoying a different pace of life. But it's not their slow strides that catch my eye. It's not even the way their fingers tangle like two teenagers in love that can't get close enough. It's their outfits. She wears a navy sweater, khaki shorts, bright white sneakers and a baseball cap of her favorite team. He mirrors her with his more masculine navy pullover, khaki shorts, and white sneakers. And look at that - they like the same team.
This is nothing out of the ordinary for them. This level of coordination takes years to perfect. Sometimes it's jeans and red shirts, other times it's black pants and yellow polos; but each time, it's white sneakers and a mirror image of each other's better half.
As I enviously stare, I try to envision their morning conversations. She is making his coffee, wearing a plush robe and casually asks "What will it be today, honey? The greens?"
"Nah," he shouts from the other room, "The orange button-ups and cords."
As they walk out of their house, hands connecting like magnets, she straightens his collar and they make their way to their bench in the park.
I smile thinking of them as I choose a green tie for my husband to wear to church. He smiles back and compliments my green dress and off we go.
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