the saddest thing i saw in France was Sunday morning, bright and early.
As we walked up to wait for the metro, from acrossed the tracks a lady sat, still hunched over in a sleeping position with her stuff to the right and left of her and her long cane on the seat to the left of her. i saw her shaking, but not because she was cold...then, my ears filled me in on the rest of the story. she sat there crying. crying so hard and so loud, not holding back.
what went wrong? what happened? that's all that was going through my mind. what tragedy begot her that she has ended up in this place and in this position? will she pull out? will she be alright? is this all there is for her until she dies?