As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see she was as ancient as the universe. As I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady, I saw deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface. She had keen eyes, alight with mischievous youth. While she ate, her cracked lips furled around her gums, where her teeth once stood. Her rich indigo velvet, was flowing carefully around the frame of her face. It was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had done.