All dressed up with nowhere to go.

At 9:15 a.m. this person sat across from me on the bus. His/her dress was gorgeous, a light silky material that shimmered in the morning light.

I was headed to the Italian Market in South Philly, the first open air market in America, where I got scads of really great pictures. But I figure those things will always be there. I may never see my dressed-up fellow passenger again.