Retirement

They weren't particularly handsome men, nor were they particularly young, but that was okay. Their view wasn't particularly stunning, the Sea of Cortez not being the Caribbean, but that didn't matter either. They had the appearance of being tired, worn out from life, dilapidated. They were dirty and sweaty. Their clothes were stale, but they didn't care. They sat on the porch of the hacienda watching the sunset and drinking Corona and were at peace. Some mariachi music wafted up from the town and soothed their aching souls. Two old gringos in Mexico, their bodies had arrived where their hearts had always been.