i missed my picture today on the way to visit a friend in the hospital. i knew what it was before it happened and didn't do anything about it. there was an ancient man with burnt mocha skin hobbling across a still intersection. he carried a cane and had a radiant white beard, was draped in multiple layers of what looked to be tapestries and i sat on my instinct to take out my phone. moments later, as i crossed his path, he lifted his hand up from under the tapestries, he gave me a still wave led by his pointer finger toward the sky and nodded, always keeping eye contact.