A moment in life...

They sat on the bench, two frail figures in the crisp cold of late morning. He put a blanket around her. She patted his arm.
Two yobs came running. I tensed, ready to spring into action, but the old man clutched his walking stick menacingly, ready to defend his belle.
They stayed a while, feeding the ducks, perfectly happy in each other's presence.
I watched, unashamed to stare. The old man winked at me, his wife said 'Enjoy your book, dear' and I smiled, looking in their direction, long after they disappeared.
Longing in my heart for such a love.