This breaks my heart

Ever since last summer, I've seen this woman in the park next to my building where I jog. She sits on a bench with a bag of stuff in the shade most every day. She just sits and sleeps and watches the world pass by. Today I was in the park several times from early morning to night, and she was there each time.

The women is slender - but not skinny. When she walks, she stands tall and proud. She typically wears black Adidas warm-up pants with the three stripes down each side and a wig that keeps her looking well groomed. With the shade, water fountains and nice bathrooms in the park, it's probably an appealing place to hang out.

As a writer, I'd love to hear her story, but I'm afraid to ask. It's none of my business, but I know she has she has a story. I assume she's homeless or she wouldn't be in the park day and night. I would also love to offer her food, but I'm afraid to ask. It breaks my heart to see her there alone, but I'm also afraid to care. I do hope she's safer in the park than wherever she was.

I know she recognizes me since I'm there almost every day jogging in my red cap. And she may wonder about my story, or she may not care.

Love to the single girls,
Addison