A Blue Corner, 2013
I noticed an older man waiting at my bus stop. He looked familiar. It was the way he stood, he had such a sweet humble way about him.
We boarded the bus and he, with his face of patience and calm, sat down for several stops. When he stood I realized what was so familiar about him. He moved like Kermit the Frog, in the best of ways. His kind, unassuming expressions, and his stance.
He had a folded green shopping bag in his jacket pocket. I assumed he was making his way to the market, sure to pass an array of people, leaving each one with the same feeling of contentment he left me.