It was the busiest street in the city and the stranger was staring at my electric blue shoes. I never would’ve minded if he wasn’t wearing peculiar clothing himself, I’ve never seen a guy wear a bright blue belt under a tucked in grey polo, at least not on a Monday. He looked too caught up in his thinking and my shoes was some sort of diversion. He was obviously distracted and just needed something to focus his eyes on and it would’ve been awkward if he stared at some other body part that didn’t need the attention. Perhaps he had broken up with his girlfriend or had a rift with a sibling or parent? Well he could also be having trouble with his finances or maybe some work-related affairs. I would’ve dared to ask him his qualms had he not stood up, smiled and walked away. Oh stranger, I’m sure everything is going to be alright, maybe my electric blue shoes helped after all.
***photo by Vic Mercado (Times Square, New York)