"I saw a couple at the airport. They were probably in their late 60's, early 70's. They were standing in front of the screening line. One, I believe the wife, was getting ready to leave on a trip, probably to go visit a family member, maybe grandchildren. I watched as they said goodbye. Alone in their world, all attention focused only on themselves, surrounded by hundreds of busy travelers, but their focus only on each other. You could see that they had spent a lifetime together and how hard it was to leave the companionship/the presence of the other. They tenderly touched each others hands, the husband caressing his wife's hand so softly and so intimately. It was as though the mere touch would carry them through this period of physical separation. They gave each other the most tender of kisses, in itself the love and companionship of those years together transformed into a moment, maybe the moment when in their youth they first kissed.

As I watched them, I felt the energy of their love for one another, then turned away, feeling like I was trespassing on their moment. When I turned back, they were gone but the moment remained with me.

A moment in time, but in that moment, I was privileged to feel the human spirit of love for another, as it radiated out. In that moment I witnessed and felt something, an internal movement within my spirit and my heart. I felt blessed that I was witness to this moment, to something that cannot be defined by words alone, that cannot be rationalized and that cannot be measured. I witnessed love".