Voyeur 2

As I took a seat on the edge of the fountain, (I guess sitting on fountain edges is my thing now), I began to watch as hundreds of people passed me by.  A man with a beard covering the majority of his face, wearing a blue polo tucked into his beige khakis, with black race car sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, approached the fountain.  He seemed to be an ordinary tourist, but the worried expression on his face struck me.  When he turned around and found who he was looking for, a smile across his face stretched from ear to ear.  His newlywed wife wrapped her arms around his back and rested her cheek against his shoulder to comfort her spouse.  The two were spending their honeymoon in the vibrant and romantic city of Rome.  They seemed to be a little old to be newlywed, but I could feel the love radiating off of them.  These people were meant to find each other, especially because they were so alike.  They turned around with their backs to the obelisk in the center and began smiling at each other, as the husband held up the selfie stick and clicked the tiny button on the edge.  The two were American, from the midwest, racing away from their small town and tiny picketed fenced house, to the beautiful Rome.  They didn't have any children, and without any weights to be held on their shoulders, the couple didn't come off as being older but acted much more like teenagers in puppy love.  The entire city was waiting for them.  Hand in hand, the man and his wife turned left and exited the piazza and walked through the portico.  At this point I wondered; what would these two love birds do next? 

(Piazza San Pietro, May 23, 2019)