Imagine cold wintry night, snow is falling outside, the wind is brisk and whistling. Coyotes are howling in the distance. While inside a woman settles down for the night. A comfy chair in front of a roaring fire. As she stares into the roaring fire it comes to her mind, She is about to turn an age people refer to as being over a half-century old. That means she has lived half of her life, wondering what the other half has in store.
As she sits and stares into that fire with thoughts of becoming a half-century old. He is across the room admiring how she still looks amazing. She has taken care of herself. He does not see the thoughts clouding her mind. In her mind, she sees herself as an old woman. Old women turn a half-century old is the thought clouding her mind. Old women do not get stared at from across the room as she catches his view from the side of her eyes. Is he seeing her thoughts and afraid to approach a woman a half-century old or is he waiting patiently for her to approach as she has done in the past? The silence lingers in the room warmth by the fire as they retire for the evening.