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.<\/p>\n
And suddenly, standing in one of the corridors, I saw an angel.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I’ve also never seen her since.<\/p>\n
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