Street photography as therapy

Since I took this photo yesterday, I keep putting it on my largest screens and stare at these two women. Perhaps their holding hands is therapeutic to my soul. I look at this photo and can’t help but remember those nights of my childhood that I wanted my mother to hold my hand, so I could go to sleep despite the pain from whatever illness I had, and the last days and hours of my father’s life, that I heard he suffered from an unbearable headache and I wasn’t there to hold his hand in the quarantine ward. Yes, with all its joys, at times, life can be very cruel, and then we have nothing but our strong souls and our soulmates to pull through.