In the midst of the chaos, I found her, steady as a ship, unaffected by the storm. She gazed, immutable, at something in the distance. Neither did she move nor make a sound, yet all around her they scurried like field mice below deck.
Was it a state of calm or one of shock? Did she hold the wisdom of when to react and to what? Or did she lack the means to? Was it peace or pain that kept her this way?
These things I will never know, for as she began to turn my way, the traffic broke, drawing me away from her little traffic island.