I was on what I refer to as 'my spot', on a not too busy street in town.
Whenever my ride back home takes a while longer, I sit there with a bag of chips and watch the people.
One Thursday evening my ride took longer than expected. Seated at my spot, I watched as people walked on by.
People from all walks of life passed by my spot. Most were clad in official wear; dresses, skirts and trouser suits and the likes. 
I got distracted by the lady seated beside me.
She seemed cold and deep in thought.
She was clad in a black turban, a thick black and grey cotton jacket, brown, black and white flowery skirt. Black sandack (plastic, rubber like) shoes. Black seemed to be her theme colour.
Arms tightly folded on her chest, head stooped low.
Once in a while she looked up and laughed or smiled to herself.
Finally my ride came by and I had to say goodbye to 'my spot' and my distraction that evening.