She walks with an umbrella as her shield.
I know it won't protect her from whatever she thinks awaits around the next corner -- or just up the block. But she is convinced of its powers.
I see her almost every day as I make my way into my office. Head out to lunch.
Some kind soul has seen to it that she is always supplied with a new shield whenever her old one starts to tatter.
I pray someone keeps doing the same for me.
