Savannah and Orion sat with their backs against an aging coastal tree whose top branches swooped down and just about touched the ground. While it looked like it was ready to topple, the old tree still held its ground quite well.
Orion rubbed his wrinkled hand over his drawn jaw. It made that soft scruffy sound and as he brought his hand back up to his gray hair he casually continued the conversation he and Savannah had been having for a few minutes now.
Savannah, whose hair had gone completely gray in a darker tone but still held its natural volume, still had her trademark dark purple streak from the tip of her hairline to the very end of her long hair.
The two sat there on the edge of the bluff in the coastal park, the place they called their own for many years. Only the eroding edge of the cliff had changed in all those years.
As they both enjoyed their simple lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and fruity trail mix, a quiet moment passed through their conversation.
Orion broke the silence, pondering Savannah’s recollections.
“Do you remember our very first walk through this area? Remember how the Seymour Bridge wasn’t there and we had to climb through the bushes?”, he said as he pointed over his left shoulder. “I remember because that was the day we planted those Cypress trees just across the bridge there. I remember exactly what you said when we were done planting them too.”
“Oh?” She replied as she chewed, more to just keep him talking than an actual response.
“Yep. Sure do.” He paused a moment, watching the many blue based colors of the ocean water mingle. “You said, ‘I wonder how long it will take for those trees to grow’. Well my dear, I believe you answered your own question.”