through my rearview mirror, i watched a pretty young woman, with very pretty hair and all dressed up in very nice business attire, cry in her car today.
at first, i just noticed how nice she looked. young early 20s woman in the business world, it looked like. her hair was particularly striking. styled and smoothly groomed very well. i thought briefly about having my hair look that nice.
but then i noticed her facial expression as she was looking off into the distance..
she's sad, i thought.
she's thinking about someone..
then i saw her looking down.
the pain is too much..
or maybe she's just getting something from her purse..
well. perhaps she was getting something from her purse.. because, when she looked up again, she was wiping her eyes with a tissue.
she was crying..
in the past, i would have felt like my observance of this private moment was an intrusion. instead, i wished myself to be sitting in the empty passenger seat next to her. putting my hand on her shoulder.. telling her it's okay..
i wanted to be her friend. i wanted to listen to her woes. i wanted to comfort her.
but what could i do, trapped in my own bubble of a car..?
LJ