On an old cobblestone snickelway, a mild-mannered woman from the village happily daydreamed as she went about on her way to market.
Often overlooked by passersby, she was a humble and quiet woman of slight stature whose clothes were second-hand, though very well kept. Her gait was graceful, and she carried herself with confidence.
I’d seen her shopping before, filling her wicker basket with produce, sharing a shy smile though never conversation with others present.
Sometime later, while reading a newspaper on a bench aside the street, I observed her walking in my direction, returning home with a stock of food.
Soon, our eyes met and we shared a pleasant smile. She had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen, and I promptly stood to introduce myself. However, before I could speak, she reached forward towards me with her hand clasped.
I watched as she slowly unfurled her palm, revealing a small analog timepiece and a tattoo, reading; “The best is yet to come”. Nodding in affirmation, and, with time to spare, I grinned while asking if she would allow me the privilege of carrying her groceries home.
That was the first of many days that followed, during which time we spent countless hours together sharing experiences and happiness.
Behind those big green eyes and shy smile resided a strong woman with a courageous soul, and a heart full of love – a kind, gentle spirit.
She was truly one of a kind and it didn’t matter to me that she was mute – oftentimes, the most meaningful exchange between people who care for one another doesn’t require use of words to speak volumes.
© 2021 Phil Perkins
PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.
