Old love

Was hurrying during my lunch break today, and as I was crossing a busy city street I saw an old couple walking in front of me. They were walking slowly in that shuffling gait that the elderly seem to commonly adopt, an old man and an old woman. Dressed modestly, their clothing was threadbare though neatly pressed. Slowly gingerly they shuffled forwards, the old man carefully directing the old woman, holding hands tightly, gently, tenderly, as if it was the two of them against the world...It was a touching sight, and added warmth to an otherwise cool spring afternoon.