I am walking through a misty wall as the day beings, making its gloomy impression on me, forgetting what plan I’d made for this tour. So, like every other morning… I just put one foot front of the other just to get the kink out my hip.

Heading towards Pioneer Courthouse Square …it’s where I go to center myself, make plans for my direction and stalling. I hop on a B train short of the way for my hip is tight , affecting my walking and temper. I take a survey of everyone around me …just enough to be aware of my surroundings.

As I stand waiting for the next stop a woman I noticed in an upper seat at my 2 stands next to me and looks up into my eyes and speaks. I remove my headphones,

“are you okay?” she says.

“Yes?”

Handing me a tissue, and trembling, she says “take this.”

I accept it and say thank you.

Was there a tear in my eye?

Exiting the train, in bewilderment… watching that white coat from across the street, I thought to speak but that would only ruin an already beautiful moment. Don’t think Ive seen her before but the gesture was heart felt.

My heart is a little warmer for it

Thank you

I’m sitting in the Square now, wondering who she is and if she, is okay as she begins her work day.

I hope you are dear and thank you for sharing your moment with me. Should we cross paths again, I have a hug waiting for you.

PAUSE

It’s moments such as these that makes my situation meaningful, a great and secret show of the human spirit. Where we, I often forget how sweet our lives are when we share the gentler side of our heart. Unbeknownst to her, she rekindled a idea that I’d been mowing over.

Be well, beautiful little woman.