This woman, sitting with folded hands on one of many concrete benches in front of a Vancouver office building, seems to be to waiting for someone who may be running late. Or perhaps she may be simply using that bench to gather her thoughts. She is alone and perhaps even a bit uneasy, yet the array of pink flowers and grasses that flow towards her across the bottom of the picture suggest optimism and hope. She does not take notice of them, at least not at this moment of contradiction.