some time, some where else

by hillarymay

I could tell that she was feeling tired today, and her overly large green sweater she loved so much seemed to hang more heavily on her petite frame more than usual. Maybe it was the way she was sitting, curled up in her chair with her legs pinned tightly to her chest or the way her back arched forward, with her small fingers wrapped tightly around her mug, now filled with cold, carmel colored coffee she had not yet drank. The nearby window was cracked open just enough to let a cool breeze in and a sliver of sunshine illuminated her pale skin.

Yes, she was tired today. Possibly deep in thought, or caught up in some wistful daydream.

Either way, I decided to let her be.


Photo courtesy of 1000scientists