I was taking photos discreetly of three girls selling baskets at the train station, but I finally decided to stop hiding. I took a photo of the youngest, and showed it to her, and she was so excited to see her face, and the other girls too, that they posed for more photos. I showed them each image after I took it, and each time they clambered over eachother to see, pointing and speaking in a language I couldn’t understand – whether Spanish or Tarahumara, I wouldn’t say. In any language though, excitement is evident, and I could see by their wide eyes and bright smiles that they were as excited as me. The sound of the oncoming train ended our game, but after boarding, as I walked through the cars to my seat, I caught their eye, and waved. They waved back happily, even the youngest, who must have been just two years old. It occurred to me that they may never have known somebody on these trains to wave to before. I only wish I could have left copies of the photos for them to keep.
-muse
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