Series 3.

^{If our attention was devoted to strangers everyday, what stories would we come home with? Would a stranger tell her daughters about you at the dinner table that night? Would the little girl tell her older brothers what she saw across the street? We all coexist, but exist. Exist in front- displaying a show of sorts, for others. We are witnesses to everyday coexisting. What did you witness today?}

Witness in gate 3

^{Seated at the cafe in gate 3,
I began to observe all those going to the shared destination.}
^{One less thing that makes us all strangers,}
^{I think.}

^{I feel a stare out of of the corner of my eye}
^{a man’s gaze can’t seem to leave
the woman across him.}
^{He seems enamored,
maybe he thinks she’s beautiful,
I think.}

^{He stands up slowly and approaches her,
eyes still on her.}

^{Wow what courage,
I think.}

^{With the one step that distanced them
she looks up,
they lock eyes.}

^{He exudes genuineness,
will she reject him?
I think.}

^{Her body language accepts what thoughts are shown
in his smile.
She reaches out to brace his eagerness…}

^{A kiss so gentle seeming to everyone around,
but their passion only they know,
and only they care for.}

^{To be so moved by love
a nudge from your soul,
that reminds you time is precious,}

^{so share a kiss in the airport while waiting in gate 3.
Why not?
I think.}

^{^{My lingering belief in goodness, somewhat remains today- witness in gate 3}}

Witness on bus 111

^{In the chaos of the bustling city riding on the bus,}
^{window seat of course.}
^{I look over my shoulder to break away from} ^{the lifeless buildings, the bus continues to fill.}
^{Lives pass each other on and off,}
^{every single stop.}

^{A beam of light catches my eyes,}
^{I squint to see where the sun was coming from.}

^{Met with a woman stepping on the bus,}
^{choosing to stand back to back with another.}
^{The man must have felt her presence,}
^{looking over to see who will spend the ride backside to him.}
^{Immediately his posture was taller and his phone put away,
it was as if he smelled her perfume.
He looked back again,}
^{red cheeks and a smirk painted his face. 
What must he be thinking?}

^{The bus hit a sudden bump,}
^{their backs that were so polite now stumbled into one another.}
^{She looks back to apologize,}
^{his eyes already waiting for their introduction.}
^{Her giggle breaks a smile on his face as they-}

^{A beam of light catches my eyes,}
^{I squint to not loose sight.}

^{They've regained their polite stance now,}
^{but something changed.}
^{Her posture was smarter and her phone was put away,}
^{redness painted her cheeks.}
^{He seemed to have gained enough courage to look ov-}
^{the bus stops abruptly,}
^{doors open,}
^{her exit is in front of her.}
^{Her path never crossing his hope filled stare.}

^{The bus carried on route, he slumped against the window pulling out his phone- witness on bus 11}

Witnessing her, again

_{I am accompanied by the sounds of violins playing in my ear.}
_{I smell mother nature's perfume as I stand in front of a gallery of roses displayed.}
_{Overseeing their growth the sculptures of lovers, cemented in time. The summer sun stuck to my skin like aloe.}

_{Walking along the path of grass, I look to my right.}
_{A little girl,}
_{walking the same pace as me,}
_{in the same direction,}
_{she catches my stare,}
_{a smile expels from her...contagious.}
_{Her first steps among this path of grass,}
                                 _{just like me.}
_{I was her once,}
                  _{in another garden,}
                   _{on another continent,}
                   _{looking at an older girl,}
                                                _walking.

_{I skipped along with her- witnessing her again}

-B x

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Series 3.

Witness in gate 3

Witness on bus 111

Witnessing her, again

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Series 3.

Witness in gate 3

Witness on bus 111

Witnessing her, again

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