The old woman caught my attention as she slowly made her way to a bench that had luggage stacked beside it. She was wearing a light gray wool coat and knit cap and sadness on her gently lined face. I can't explain why, but she some how seemed familiar which intrigued me so I continued to observe her from across the train station platform. As I did I let my mind ponder what her story might be. Why did I get the sense of familiarity? Was the luggage hers and she was taking a long trip? Was she there to meet someone? Why did she seem so sad as she watched for the train? I really had no right to intrude on her solitude or pry into her business but I couldn't seem to help myself. Walking over and taking a seat beside her, she glanced in my direction and then away without smiling or speaking. Sitting very still and watching her from the corner of my eye I gathered my courage to speak with her. I don't know if she sensed my curiosity but she turned towards me staring, not saying a word. Just as I started to speak the train arrived and the old woman left the bench to stand where passengers were exiting the train. Her eyes scanned the faces before her without seeming to find the one she was looking for. As the last person left the train her shoulders drooped and the air of sadness surrounding her was to palitable that I felt compelled to offer comfort of some sort. Just as I reached her, she turned with tears in her eyes and walked right through me saying softly "maybe tomorrow..................."
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AuthorHello, I'm Kim Hitzges. I am a writer, photographer, and mixed media artist who is following the magic that guides my life. Archives
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