I've shared Starbucks space with a woman for many months now.
We've never spoken.
We just share the space;
she is at her table, I am at mine.
She has worn the badges of pregnancy and baldness, of fighting cancer and carrying new life, all at the same time.
When she comes alone, she wears a baseball cap or a lovely scarf.
When she meets a friend, she wears an impressively natural, brunette wig that brushes against her shoulders.
Each time, she has brought the baby along inside her.
This morning, she wore a pink baseball cap over her bare head. And she carried a carseat with pink trim.
Her baby has been born. They match: both in pink.
She is a walking contradiction, an inspiring picture of new life in the face of threat, of fierce strength with lovely accessories.
She is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.