"Do things ever just drive you mad?" Cale asked.

"Well what do you mean by that?" Melinda asked, finishing up the last tastes of her tea.

"I mean... here's an example. Like, the other day I see this guy in some real strange get up. I can't even describe it but the way he was wearing his clothes just really worked me up. Worked me up real bad, I mean I could have hit the guy. I've never met him, spoken to him, nothin'. But at that point I could have just smacked him." He steamed, " I dunno, It's just lately... the tiniest things will really kill me. Do you get that at all?"

"I think I know what you are talking about," Melinda said. Her attention had been taken away from the remains of tea leaves in her mug to Cale's eyes. "But its times I see pictures of a deer drinking from a creek, Or a boat on a river that make me feel like its okay and I'm not abnormal. There are some beauties that can't be described through art or anything else that trite. Its times like those I'm pretty sure I'll never die."

They stepped outside to wait for the bus. To this day they will tell you they had never waited for a bus that long.