I’ve posted pictures of her before. But in this week full of angels, I thought of her and want to post it again. I was barreling through the 42nd Street Subway Station at one o’clock in the morning, always a bleak prospect, when all you want to do is teleport yourself up and out into your bed, and skip the whole commute process.
And suddenly, standing in one of the corridors, I saw an angel.
Not only was she dressed like an angel, her general energy WAS angelic. It was not campy, or over-the-top, or … it didn’t appear to be “acted” or performed at all. She was inhabiting it, whatever was going on with her was coming from within, rather than put on. She did not speak. She did nothing but stand there, and if people came close, she would smile at them, really connecting … really making eye contact … and a small crowd had gathered around her. I was one of them. I asked her if I could take some pictures, and she smiled at me her assent. It wasn’t a polite smile, a public smile … it was warm, and connected. The whole thing was rather extraordinary, and I’ve never forgotten her.
I’ve also never seen her since.
Breathtaking, Sheila — your words and the photograph. Indeed, she seems not of this world. Thanks for the Beauty to brighten up a rainy, dreary day in NOVA.
Thank you, Bud!
That light source – whatever it is- makes her look like she is actually glowing.
magical
Desirae – yes, I agree. It’s like she carried her own spotlight – but it came from within. Sounds corny, but I truly felt blessed to have seen her. Job well done, angel!!
I love little vignettes like this. And she is truly beautiful. It’s why I want to live in a big city, to find the pockets of extraordinary in the everyday.
Jessica – It is one of the things to cherish about urban life. I was feeling harassed and exhausted that night – like I could not get home soon enough – and suddenly in the middle of that – was HER.