A Winter Romance: We Think Alike

"Oh my, we think so much alike. It must have something to do with our kindred spirit," said Mel, with a grin.

"Maybe it has more to do with our advancing age?" replied Matty.

"Ours is what you call a winter romance and a sweet one, at that." 

Mel and Matty lived in the same nursing home.

"Winter romances don't happen all that often," said Mel, who was eighty-one.

"But they do happen," said Matty, his bride-to-be. She had just turned eighty. "Old folks like us can fall in love too!"

"Spring is for the young," Mel continued, gazing at her with adoring eyes.  

"Summer is for..." replied Matty, enjoying the attention immensely.

"Autumn is for..." said Mel, with a smile on his face.

"Winter is all ours," replied Matty, laughing aloud. "We understand each other so well. We are the winter generation. What is the likelihood," she continued.

"Of two old folks like us finding each other at a concert?" Mel asked.

"That is just what I was going to say," replied Matty, laughing. "In a nursing home." 

"I have attended hundreds of concerts," Mel said and this time, he waited for Matty to complete his thought.

"I was hoping that might happen," said Matty.

"Me too. This is totally amazing. All I have to do is think of something," said Mel, who was becoming more and more excited about their pending marriage.

"And I understand it," said Matty. "Thinking alike could really work to our advantage after we are married. Even now, it is so much fun!"

"Woman, what are you doing tonight?" asked Mel, reaching out to take her hand. His large hands seemed frail, but his grasp was still quite strong.  

"After supper?" asked Matty, whose face beamed. "There's a six piece orchestra playing music from Bach."

"Downstairs in the family room," said Mel. "And we are going to go, that is if you want a real date for a change."

"Incredible," said Matty. "I thought that you would never ask."

"Think the nurse would take us?"

 "She will have to, as we might get lost otherwise."