There are many places to people-watch--restaurants, pocket parks, or even box stores that provides benches near the exits. When I can't keep up with my family at Wal-Mart, I make a snake-line to a bench.
A slim white-haired woman came by with a wagon atop her shopping cart. We made eye-contact and I asked if the wagon was for a grandchild. She said, "No" and proceeded to tell me that the wagon was cheaper than a wheelbarrow. I could just see her leaning over to one side trying to pull on the short handle during her gardening.
Another woman was wearing a drab homemade dress typical of Amish attire, but she had no hair covering. She was wearing pumpkin-orange and coal-black striped knee-length socks. She may have been going to a quilting bee at her church that afternoon to brag about the dress she'd just finished and the new socks her granddaughter had given her for her birthday.
A couple were walking side by side. She was delicate weighing at most a petite hundred pounds. He was a three-hundred pound cousin of a grizzly bear, complete with fur on his chin, arms, and a tuft peaking out of the neck of his shirt. I couldn't help but speculate about the hair on the rest of his body and imagined her snuggling into a warm fur coat.
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| Anhinga looking backwards Brazil-2010 by Jeter Skeet |
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