Yes, a blessing in disguise. I smiled as though I were blessed.
A full minute of waiting at a crossing created a meaningful pause. With that drama weighing upon my conscience, I took back the suitcase and made a change in our positions so as to rest her arms. This time, I gripped her palm as tightly as she gripped mine. Her temporary silence was projected onto the red light. There was something enlightening in her gaze signifying the importance of being alive.