A Moment Of Honesty Through A Train Window
If I am being honest, the dress was a little too tight to be truly flattering but she appeared happy enough and, almost certainly, unaware that some of the looks aimed in her direction were not necessarily complimentary.
Perhaps the colour, a kind of electric, coral blue if there is such a thing, didn’t help as it undoubtedly made her stand out as she waited patiently on the platform.
A striking moment of violent blue in a chaotic sea of blandness.
But I saw her from the window as the train passed through.
And that, I felt, was enough.
To be visible is one thing but to be seen is everything.
