I woke up to the twittering of newstalkingheads about faux-arcania of British succession and then a couple, well into their middle age...and with the beautiful blush of happiness, came out a door and walked a short distance under a portico to a waiting car. He gracefully helped her out the door, down a step, kept her on his arm, and helped her into the car. She wore pure ivory, including her impossibly large hat (a British tradition). He wore a simple gentleman's morning suit...no symbol or badge of rank of honor to be seen. No fawning or scurrying courtesans for the entire short trip to the car.
They are a couple in love...who have had a long, hard and awful public road to this day. They are approaching the end of their days and they have finally figured out that true comfort and love lie in facing each other for eternity rather than in the hurly-burly of facing out to the world at any given monent. Good for them...much good for them and many years of it!
