Mardi, a man of a certain age, finds solace and pleasure in the quiet solitude of his private space. With a sigh, he settles into his favorite chair, the worn leather creaking softly in welcome. His hands, gnarled and wise with the passage of years, slowly undo his belt, pushing his pants down to reveal his hardening member. The room fills with the soft, rhythmic sounds of his self-love, a symphony of desire played out in the fading light of a waning day.