I was in the train coming back home from work on friday, and there was a lady who started doing her makeup from 5th avenue.. and she kept on putting it, on with one box and the next, some small patch here and a touch there. Then another small box with many different colors and mirrors galore, the boxes were coming out of her bag like rabbits being pulled out of the hat.
So many different color boxes and they were literally being plucked out by their ears from inside that small bag. The half of the train box which could see this magic show was amazed. Some were drifting their eyes back and forth from the words on their books to the slight curve of this lady. A show was being preformed and no one on the train had a ticket to see but was willing to sneak a peak here and there.
While there was another lady sitting right beside where the show was taking place, with no makeup on and she looked tired from her work. She was catching a blinks of sleep here and there while the train labored passed the stations dropping off and picking up people along the way.
Two contrasting people, right beside each other, one coming back from work and one might be just starting the day. The queens bound number 7 train, an array of people with an rainbow of personality.
End of journey.. flushing main street station. The show was over, everyone rushed to the exits. No one cared for an encore presentation, the star of the show was left behind, still finishing up her makeup. The lady next to her who was on her way to the exit looked back and smiled, and knew that even without all that makeup, her life is more satisfying and that made her beautiful.