So much life left in them, the son with disability, woman must have been his mother. Extravagant tributes flow joyfully from her, she is taking him out, such an explosion of colour and hope, such a wonderful luminous day. In those summer days the bright sun, I see the pure shapes it makes lighting up bricks, the concrete honored, the trees lightly burnished, as the odd couple went forth. Death was never far away for both, something forgets and helps to believe this life can last forever.