A woman standing old clothes torn, matted hair and filthy hands; could easily be mistaken as one who has lost the battle with life. It is true that time had worn her resistance to the prying eyes but like a callus she snaps back hardened. A shield to her heart.
Click clack heals, whirring coffee machines and the screech of bus brakes consume the world around her, yet she stands feeling the true warmth of the sun on her face. That’s God’s smile.
A tweet from a text message distracts. Harsh looks are exchanged. They missed the moment of peace.