At the park with a stranger

Cameron Park River Trail Waco, Texas

I wonder what he saw that invited such kindness towards me. 
Was it the exposed wound I wore on my face as masked smile?
Was it the way I sat down under the weight of a broken reality?
Maybe it was my blood shot eyes unable to produce another tear?
Only he knows why. 
All I know is in my drowning a hand plunged into the waters of my grief and held me up to breathe.
A grace.
A gift.
A pure gift.

Written August 11, 2022