A Woman's Tears

I placed my books and reading glasses into my backpack, after eating lunch and reading in a booth by the window. As I was swinging the pack over my shoulders, I glanced over at a pretty young blonde woman a few seats over, sitting across from a lady friend.

In that moment I happened to notice lines of tears stream down from her eyes. She kept on talking, not wiping them away. The Colorado December sun from the window illuminated the tears and her tender face.

I turned away, not wanting to intrude on her privacy. Still, as I left the Restaurant I wondered what caused her sadness.

The risk in loving deeply is the loss you sometimes have to live through. Isnt that the way of life, for all of us, sooner or later?

I wondered the last time I had witnessed anything so beautiful.