They sit upon the rock wall, shadows dancing at their feet. The strangers have stories, unique perceptions etched into their features.
The passing cars cause a multi-colored blur as I sneak glances at them.
One smokes a cigarette, legs crossed and hand in her pocket. Bags rest at her feet as she waits for the next bus that will take her to town. I see her strike up a conversation with the man next to her, hunched over his phone.
They speak briefly, and she hands him a cigarette. An interesting form of goodwill as they wait, connected by the need for something to warm their bones in the chilly weather as well as their need of a ride home.Continue reading “no. 58 // strangers on the sidewalk”