in permanance

by pasdelabas

Sitting in a café on the high street, looking out across the road I suddenly notice a young woman standing in a telephone kiosk, still while people on the street pass by.

I realise she runs the stall selling hats and scarves.  Her stillness surprises me, emphasising how busy I am, how busy we often are.

Someone stops to look at the hats.  Or I assume they do as she disappears from view, her permanence animated by someone joining in.