there she sits where i've seen her before in previous years....her face all wrinkly and aged with the history of so many years lived... she tells me she is 88 ..
i wonder about all those years... what's in a face?? what do i see? what does she see in me? her face seems like a road map with all those deep lines..
joining her on the curb, after exchaning smiles.. she pats my arm..i touch her hand....and share the sweet pastry i just bought, as we watch the world go by..
i live for moments like this.. simple but so satisfying...
