a face in the crowd
By Baker Street
The man walks with narrow, stooped shoulders amidst the late afternoon crowd on the pavement. He has a high and balding forehead, furrowed with the wrinkles of age. He is a black man in his late sixties. His ears are small and round, besides which grows his grey and curly hair in bush around the back of his bald head.
His nose is flat and broad, but not large. He has thick pouting lips and a curly goatee-beard which he wears underneath it on his chin. His cheek-bones are set high on his face, and he has a noble and aged countenance. He has thick and bushy grey eyebrows, and his eyes are deep and set with internal thoughts and struggles. He looks straight ahead occupied with his own thoughts, not seeming to notice the people he passes in the crowd on the pavement.
He frowns and wonders at thoughts and problems inside his own mind, and his own life at home. He seemed to have a million small personal hassles with his family members, but was dealing with his problems with the grace of older people. He approached life with the peaceful philosophical ways of the aged, and he struggled on with his day-to-day existence.
The man’s had deep-set wrinkles, around his dark, cloudy eyes. He walked on slowly, but with purpose, towards the train-station which was his destination. There he would catch the late-afternoon train back home. He walked on through the crowd on the pavement, and he was just another one of the many heading back home after the long days work.
The clock on the spiral of the church he passed showed the time at half an hour passed five o’ clock. His train would be coming in soon, so he hurried his small steps a bit. The sun was setting in the east amongst the smog and haze of the city’s fumes. The old man entered the turnstile to the stations platform, and prepared to board his train which would be coming in on the tracks soon.
Car horns honked and there was the noise of heavy traffic coming from the road outside, from where he had just come. The late afternoon crowd and traffic roared for a final time today, and then the city streets started to quieten down for another night’s rest.