This is Denise. I met her while waiting for a train. She and I stood in the only patch of sun along the tracks. She saw me pull out my camera, laughed and said, "I saw you walking and figured you were the artist type". I was flattered and she allowed me to take this photo.

Naturally, we began to chat and our small talk got real, fast. When I asked where she was headed, she replied, "Home. My sister just died. It's time to go home". I looked at her, wound the film and she nodded at me and looked up. I took this photo seconds later. Afterwards we walked on the train, sat in the row across from one another and didn't say a word the whole way home. The experience was a strong reminder that you never know what people are going through.