Pictures Not Taken

This morning on the way to the metro station, a young woman on a bike, with a baby in a seat behind her came whipping around the corner.  I wished so much I had been able to take a picture. 

The bike was blue - the old-fashioned wide-wheeled kind. The woman had on a pumpkin yellow poplin skirt that was billowing in the breeze. She was wearing a rust colored crocheted sweater. She had brown curly shoulder length hair. The baby was laughing and she was smiling.

It could have been anytime in the last 50 years.  

Lovely