"Here's looking at you.."

I don't sit in or outside coffee shops to people watch, but I can pulling up at traffic lights that seem to take forever to change. One woman crossing with a long grey ponytail, and as I looked at her hair I remember my mother being criticised by one of her 60 year old friends for having long hair and saying, "It's time to cut your hair." My mum's hair is still long and was never one to care what others thought. A young man in jeans crosses and I notice the glint of a gold band on his finger. I don't see many men who are married wearing wedding rings, certainly only two where I work do. A few elderly people, one old man looking weary of life and I sit hoping he has an attentive family who always make sure he's alright, with grandchildren in tow. I'd hate to be old and alone.