People rushed past it all.
They did not see what she saw as they hurried to their warm and comfortable homes. Running red lights at fifty miles an hour, cursing SEPTA's often late service, or pulling their hoods tight as they scurry home down the street.
All they saw when they bothered to look was a nuisance. Driving by the same roads, the same bus routes and the same sidewalks, their jaded eyes saw only their destinations. And all they noticed this particular night was the wrath of nature working against their singular aim. The thought of digging themselves tomorrow morning already weighed heavily on their minds.
If only they had bothered to open their eyes, like she had.
Stars fell from the sky on that cold night. And only she was there to watch the universe fall around her.