Meandering eyes never fell on such a sight as when they saw the eyes of a wall.
Hidden beneath the shrubs endowed naturally as leaves as artificial as the wall painting she lay, asleep unmoving despite the cold beating on her feather light clothes.
Nothing could betray her perfect camouflage till her bright white eyes flew open and gave way to the slight movement that turned the meandering eyes to the curved wall that was her voluptuous body.
Startled sighs that escaped the lips could never measure to the sight of a wall come to life and the shrubs become an unwelcome choice of a bed or the stone a pillow.
Was in a taxi going to work and as i stared absentmindedly at the wall, a homeless woman laying there in cold on that rainy morning, turned ever so lightly. It seemed i was not the only one in the taxi who was shocked when we realised a human being was laying out there, so unguarded, so unprotected.