There are times when I wish I had the guts to take photos on the El of people I see. Like the young woman I saw last week.
She was a picture of pulchritude in a most colorful manner.
She was about 20 years old of Indian descent. Her dark skin was beautifully offset by her white-white coat with black-black linings.
Her hair was black with blonde-tinged ends jutting out from a ponytail.
In her hand she carried a small, clear glass vase with water holding four perfect red roses and three sprigs of white babies breath.