Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Day 231: Undercover

A young woman weeps
Hiding her face and her tears
In a long brown scarf

She got on at Bergen Street during rush hour and sat next to me. She buried her face, but it quickly became apparent that she was crying. And not just whimpering a little -- really crying. After a few moments, I felt compelled to ask if she was okay (since she obviously wasn't). She gave me a watery smile and told me that it was just one of those days. I understood. I had her day three days ago. The only difference is that my scarf was purple.

1 comment:

  1. Somehow you made this sadness sound quite beautiful...