The old woman

As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see that she was as ancient as the universe. She had deep channels of time etched into a wizened surface. “How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumbly old lady, who had keen eyes that were alight with mischievous youth. She had cracked lips that furled around gums where teeth once stood. Also, she had rich indigo velvet that was folded carefully to frame her face. It was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had done.