Not in the past...

To The Lady on the Train,

Your beauty does not lay in the past.

 

It is not something found in youth. Your beauty is not something that has gone nor can ever fall from you. It is not like trying to hold sand in your hands. It does not slip through one's fingers despite how much you try to hold on.

 

Your beauty is not found just in the depth of your skin, in its wrinkles or lack of them.

 

‎Your beauty is found in the shapes of your eyes. It is underneath your skin and shines through in everything that you do. It is the light that shines from your eyes. It is in the palm of your hand and in the way you walk or the way you wake up. Your beauty is in your sigh and your laugh and in the way your voice sounds.

 

You are wondrous.

 

The Man in the Station