There is a woman I pass by each day on my way to school and then again on my way back home. Her expression seems to change depending on the wardrobe she has on. Sometimes she seems cynical from a lifetime of disappointment. As if she has spent an entire lifetime constructing a mask which has prevented her from feeling. Other times she seems very young and her eyes seem very bright with hope for the future.
This is her in one of her frosty days. It looks like she just barely had the energy to slip her dress over her head to get out of the house.
In the picture below I can imagine her in her getting ready in her closet excited for the brunch she has been invited to. She wants to see the flowers blooming and drink a martini while watching kids play in the park.
This skirt is something she only wears in her closet where no one else can see.