They stepped out of their doorway and stepped back in time as they turned down a familiar path in Radda in Chianti. They were no longer in their later years. They weren't slowed by time. They were just two people in love, walking arm in arm on a cloudy afternoon, surrounded by vineyards, cypress-lined hills and memories.
If, in the twilight of my life, I spend my days walking through Chianti country with the one I love, I have no doubt that I will die with a very satisfied soul.