...I have no idea if this boy had parents...or what he situation was..but he was standing at a bus stop, with lots of other folk. He had the saddest face I have ever seen. It wasn't a 'today is a bad day' sort of a face.....but a face that despite his obvious youth (he was in uniform) was old before its time. He looked completely and utterly lost - just staring up at the sky. Very tragic eyes.
Of course I wouldn't hug him - that would be blatantly very weird. But the urge I had - the mothering urge - was so very strong. I wanted to give him a cup of tea and a meal. He was so very thin too, pulling down his sleeves the way young girls usually do.
All the lost people. Sometimes I wish I could gather them up and hug them all until they stopped looking so lost.
I am mad as a dizzy whippet, am I not?