I saw a sight on the way home from swimming that painted a whole drama in my head. A 50 something well to do man in a posh car holding both hands of a woman and talking and smiling the day after Valenines. They're having an affair and couldn't meet yesterday, both have partners and possibly children at home so they meet up to have a brief encounter in a dark secluded suburban street. Sad, tawdry, melancholy, beautiful, human.
I have a moral opinion but I also know we are all weak, flawed creatures. There is sure to be passion, romance, guilt, pain, anger. People who have maybe reached a certain age and asked is this all it has to offer. Is this my allotted share? Am I happy? Did they seek it or where they swept away or more likely a mixture of both?
There will be repercussions but then life is a brave journey.