big street grin
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Halifax, 2004.07.07
I said "Good morning" to a dis-shevelled woman on a street corner this morning (not the same one I'd run into a few days before who pointed out my failings as a saviour). Her face cracked into a delighted smile as if no one had ever been so kind to her before. She was missing a few teeth. She seemed too pleased to know what to say.