I turned around, seeing a short, older woman smile at me as she wore her black, long skirt and a tucked in white blouse. Her long, silver hair shined with specks of blue and green, and her dark brown eyes smiled before her mouth did. She looked like she came straight from Woodstock, like one of those old school Black hippies from the 70s that smoked most of the days away with random white men in cut up jean shorts.
