I saw a woman about ten years older than myself, walking with hunched shoulders, thin, holding her sweater closed. She looked SO sad, it oozed from every shadow on her face.
Not that I'm particularly happy either, but at that moment I wanted to kidnap her, grab her by the arm and take her out for coffee. Damnit, I should have, if not for my appointment. Because I know I could have made her smile.
Because I do funny tricks. I can take a nothing moment and turn it into spontaneous fun. I could have said, "Wanna see a magic trick?" I could have bought her a flower, for no reason. I could have just said, "I like your sweater."
Somehow I'm still thinking of her, trying to imagine how beautiful her smile must be. Next time I won't neglect an opportunity to infect a stranger with my raw indefeatable spirit.
You know how when things are really hard, you ask yourself if anyone cares?
I care.
6:02 p.m. - 2009-11-07