This is a picture I did not take

of a woman in a long purple coat, boarding a bus with her hands wrapped-up in purse straps and bag handles, a full wad of wrinkled cash register receipts stuffed into her mouth, half-in, half-out, as if they'd set-up a little encampment there at the entrance of a cave, a crumpled few hanging out on her bottom lip, dangling their legs down her chin, taking in the afternoon breeze.