this morning #1903.

this morning, a tall woman strode towards me from across the plaza. the dictionary definition of stature. elegantly-dressed in professional attire. a baby blue pantsuit. she was hard to miss. tried not to stare but i couldn’t turn my eyes away. as we neared each other, my opinion shifted. noticed that something was off. as she passed me, i could see that she was way shinier than i’d expected. severely sweating. a frizz to her hair that hinted at it being in serious need of a cleaning. behind her glasses were a pair of terribly wide eyes. a subtle stain trailed down the back of her jacket as if she’d sat in oil. it shook me & my abrupt shift in opinion stuck. couldn’t get her out of my head for the rest of the day. hoped she was ok.