Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Map of the World

I’m standing in a crowded subway car on my way to my volunteer basketball coaching job with an empty coffee cup and paper bag (Valrhona chocolate Doughnut Plant doughnut inside) in one hand and the other clutched to a pole. There’s a woman in front of me, looking at a course schedule. I notice she has several white hairs on her head. You don't see that often. I mean she’s stunning in spite of what many feel are imperfections. She holds herself with a great deal of poise. She’s well-traveled; I can tell from the map of the world on her face. Her hands are far from worn, but by no means delicate. She’s the girl next door, if the girl next door were far more interesting.


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