It is the encounters with people that make life worth living.
- Guy de Maupassant
I looked at her. She looked at me. I looked back at her. I pointed at my camera and she nodded her head yes. I walked across the street to get closer. I smiled. She smiled. Her wrinkled hand tightly held a damp paper towel wrapped around a beautiful bloom. She spoke to me. I spoke to her. I took her picture. She was heading to a neighbor's house to give away her flower. We didn't speak the same language, but we both understood.