She bustles through the crowd of people as it always gets busy come Christmas time. My eyes try not to peer too long, yet still catch glances. I notice her pick up the photo she was waiting on. Her face remained expressionless for what seemed like an eternity.
it will be over soon enough, the sun will win and the clouds will retreat and collect, hit the mountains and rest there, hovering lovingly over the place i don't know how to return to.