Change

One made coffee, and one turned the heat up. One turned on the telly, and the other turned it off again. One started reading the news on a tablet, and then groaned (putting the tablet face down on the dining room table). Together, they sat in silence, looking out of the window at the autumn sky and all of the leaves that would go unraked. The coffee was excellent, but the company was better and they held hands across the table. "Let's read poems aloud in front of the fire," one whispered. "Let's keep it simple, with soup and bread today," the other replied. "Let's go to the rescue and expand our family," one of them said (or maybe they both mumbled something similar at the same time, for that happened frequently). They smiled in the quiet, having everything important well in hand and a plan for the hours that fell into life's gaps like loose change.