When I first saw her, she had a look of excited anticipation about her - a brightness to her eyes, the beginning of a smile, a poise to the way she moved and stood. It was obvious she was waiting for someone special and anticipated good things were going to come of the meeting. After a while, she began to pace, looking both ways, up and down the street. More time passed and as she continued to wait, she began to change, almost literally fading as I watched. There was a point where she seemed to lose color completely when she realized the person she was waiting for just wasn't going to show up. She ground the cigarette out only half smoked, crushing it with an angry movement of her foot, before turning and walking away.