For the man, the end is clear. His pensive look might be one of resignation, but there is also an element of hope, if not for this life, then the next.
He is dressed in a suit and tie. Either he is home after a long day at work and did not expect the event that is about to occur, or he is sitting with his dog, dressed such that he will be able to pick in the next life where he left off in this one.
In the background a flag, white, is raised on the mailbox, and the road show signs of activity. One wonders if the flag is raised as a signal of surrender of if the man, ever optimistic, assumes the mailman, through rain and snow, and dark of night, not to mention imminent nuclear annihilation, will keep to his appointed rounds.
Further back still a cross is etched into the side of the mountain. It is a cross that must have been started months in the past since the grass has grown back in and is green. Presumably it is there to remind passing aircraft of the power of love, or a signal to heaven that we’ll all be there soon.
