There she was this lady sitting next to me in the train this early evening.
The whole way back, nearly sixty minutes non-stop, she just stared into the world of nothingness ahead of her, blinking only rarely to let a microcosmic ripple of a tear-drop gently wash the flotsams from the surface of her eyes.
She barely moved and I wondered how she could accomplish so much by doing so little.
In a subtle though not imperfect way I felt and hoped that I could do the same some day.
Some day not too far in the future while there was some time.