INT. CAR - DAY
Lauryn Hill blasts. I bounce my head to the beat, lovin' every note she sings. As I drive in the parking lot of Ralphs, I see an elderly Woman (70s) leaning against a post, out of breath. Oh, no, is she okay? I immediately drive toward her, turn off the music.
I roll down my window. Maybe I can be superwoman today.
Me: "Are you okay, ma'am?"
She barely moves her head to look at me, but I can still see her eyes. Blue, and wise. I feel like I know her. Maybe I saw her in a history book from the 1960s or an old edition of Time Magazine.
Old Woman: "Oh yes, dear. I'm just old and tired. But thank you, you're sweet."
She leans even more against the railing, which I didn't think was possible. A huge smile on her face. I slowly drive off, not knowing what to think. Is she really okay?
I find myself wanting to be her one day. Ya know, completely content with being out of breath in a Ralphs parking lot. A life lived. What if we could all be this way?
She makes me want to travel around the world for a year like I've always imagined. Or, go kiss that person I had a dream about last night. Yeah, she makes me want to do everything I've ever feared to do. And what do I really have to lose except nothing?
Maybe she's superwoman.
That was a sweet post!
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