I met a man on the side of the road today, with tattered gloves and worn shoes. As he trudged toward me, his eyes grew wide, focused on the bags in my arms.

3 perspectives, mine, the man's, and a woman watching. to me it's something spectacular? or something insignificant? to him it's whatever the opposite is. to the woman, it's two people meeting and passing by, exchanging a few words...

keep working.