Cafe Window

Diary entry 4

January 4th, 2017

Dear diary,
              As the sky was painted in grey by watercolour, a woman walked by. Her messy brunette hair was tied in a low ponytail. The distress and exhaustion she felt was seen clearly on her face but her clothes said otherwise.  Her black pants showed no crease whatsoever, a white blouse stood out from the pants. A black, leather tote bag was carried on her right shoulder and the look was completed with a polished pair of black, low heeled, laced up shoes.  I guessed that she was a reliable and maybe a strait laced worker, who is often seen as perfect in their job. Though even the "perfect" person can be brought down by their work as there is no such thing as perfection.

She then moved out of the way from moving people and stood there taking out her phone. After a few seconds on her phone, she brought it up to her right ear and she shifted her bag to a better and more comfortable position. As she talked on her phone, the exhausted frown reversed into a gentle smile,which lit her face up. She quickly ended the call and placed the phone in her tote bag. Reached up to tie her hair into a much neater ponytail were her hands, which were then used to take a small mirror and lipstick from her bag, which helped her apply the lipstick. As she breathed out a rather large breath she straightened her blouse, looked up, stood straight and walked against the flow of people.

I was amazed by the person on the other end of the phone call. How did they give her the energy? Who were they? What did they say? Though no matter who they were, her lover, her child/children, her family, her pet/pets, her co-worker, her friends, or maybe even someone she has a one sided love for. No matter who they were, their words made her feel better and maybe gave her the energy she needed to continue the day. Moreover, she herself was a person that was portrayed as strong. But even a strong person had times when they were stuck or weak, they needed support or even a little push would given them the energy to continue and not give up. I do not know who she was but she had my respect.

Violet
(Author's note: I did not know that it was cut off, I was devastated that my work didn't save so I am terribly sorry. I re-wrote it though. So I hoped you enjoyed reading it.)