As the doors opened at one of the stops, the lady in front of who was seating in the Priority Seats, got up as she beckoned to someone behind me to take her seat. A young pregnant mother smiled gently and took her place. She had a simple face, a little shy, very quiet and dressed in what would probably be her day job as a promoter in a pharmacy or retail outlet.
You could sense an aura of fragility around this gentle woman but her quiet dignity gave her a sense of nobleness.
Then as the train silently sped up to the next stop i can't keep thinking how noble it is to carry an unborn child with such dignity. make that carry a child period. A mother to be is a fragile, precious vessel to untold futures. That they carry these dreams with unwavering stolidity and passion and again i say dignity is something we miss in this time of unwavering pursuits of eternal wealth and unfulfilled dreams. That child is special of course, but a mother completes this universe and provides that kryptonite chain between the present and the many futures in time.
Fuck, I hope I'm not menopausing early.....