Honey

She held a tattered brown umbrella as she ran down the street.

Her hair was in loose brown curls that came naturally when it was moist.

The black rubber boots she wore were two sizes too big and were constantly on the verge of falling off, impeding her progress.

Simple make-up on a clean, kind face.

Yellow rain jacket over a sweater that looked like wool, and a brown skirt.

As she shook off her umbrella before stepping on a bus, she glanced at me and I recognized her from a new years party.

She smiled.

And got on the bus.