...she's having an identity crisis...

A lady sat next to me on a bench in the streetcar alcove with her grocery bags at her feet. We sat for several minutes in silence, each of us watching the rain that poured in sheets outside. A moment later she began singing softly under her breath, raising her voice so slightly as she finished the phrase. My first inclination would be to think her crazy but then I remembered all the times I have been so filled with a song it rocked me inside, and I have to sing to let it out. I knew from the way that last note shook that she must be one of those.