A Woman and her Bundles

She sat on the top of the stairs to a very old church high above the hustle and bustle of the tourists below. She seemed to enjoy her own little world a world she enjoyed frequenting away from the world that has carved the map of her life journey on her face. She seemed unaffected by the buzzing and chattering feet away from her-the noises that make some of dizzy. She was cool and collected. I often wonder what was in her bundles.