The boy in blue.

Yesterday I met a boy in blue
Rather I watched the boy in blue
He was dark with a colored brown hair
In a blue hoodie covered over his head
He entered the crowded micro-van that I was in,
carrying a huge white tarpaulin sack.
He looked like he came from a work-site
He must be in his late teens
His eyes were somber and humble
He stood crouched in the closed space of the van
He did not seem bothered, he seemed courteous and respectful
He seemed quiet in nature
Soon, a seat was empty and he looked on with perspective chance of finding a seat
after a long day of work.
His soft eyes had solemn gratitude
for the little things.
He slipped into the available seat,
unknowingly exuding kindness in a rough world
He was squeezed in his seat by a much well-off lady next to him
but he did not speak a word, he just moved uncomfortably
and adjusted.
Every action, every expression in his demeanor
was a humbling experience for me
It was beauty set by a stranger traveling in an uncomfortable condition
a part of our daily way of life
I realized the power to inspire others through my own portrayal of self