Nothing new here. Me fumbling words, my usual response to someone on the street yelling at me. Something about people looking at newspaper racks. Something about your colorful scarf. She was upset and said she didn’t believe me?
If only I would have realized the woman behind her reflecting so beautifully in the glass window. I could have explained.. it was her reflecting gaze that I wanted to look into over and over again and think about and wonder why her expression seems so familiar and how I will never forget it. Not you and your colorful scarf looking at a newspaper rack. Although, I love when people look at newspaper racks without buying the paper, only look at the headlines? I’m doing a project on it, actually.
I will try to explain myself better next time!