Passersby

Walking up Leonard, I pass an old lady and her old man. He is endearing but not spectacular in his cap and his blue satin baseball jacket, but she is stunning, wearing the most amazing lime green, almost fluorescent t-shirt with the hem fringed and knotted, and the sleeves slit into ribbons from shoulder to just above the hem, with her old lady upper arms visible in all their lumpy old lady dignity and spirit.