Stranger

Across the room I caught a glimpse of someone familiar, yet I could not place her. She apparently had also seen a glance of me. She began to walk closer to me and me to her. Her stride was irregular and assisted by a cane that she held in her right hand. I looked at her as we came closer together. Her light brown flowing hair mixed with silver where time had touched it. Her brown eyes were deep set and dulled, no longer did they show with a child’s spirit but that of a wise woman who has seen much more than any young woman should have to bear. Her skin, taught in youth, now hung on her face and arms a size too big for her body. As I traveled through the crowd I lost sight of her in the flurry of activity. I picked up my pace, afraid that I would lose the mysteriously familiar lady I had been watching so closely. Finally, I once again saw her and her heading towards me. As I reached out my hand to touch her, I was at a loss. I reached out my hand and touched the great hall’s mirror.