Mississipi Widow

The widow lady who bore the weight of the world on her shoulders had escaped to a brief moment of absolute freedom. The guy who was watching the widow look out the window with that look on her face, how her body was relaxed, how extremely free she was felt like he was a part of her freedom because it was so close to him. The sight was proof that if someone were truly feeling freedom, it emanates with absoluteness, cannot be concealed or disgused just as when one has that the burdens of life holding them down, cannot conceal the pain that lives within them. Both are costly, both have value, both to be lived.

Sitting up high, wind in her hair, spring in the air, going down the road, passing the world, there's nothing like moving. The widow was free for a day. I hope she is doing ok.