I was on the tail end of surviving a week from hell. In my grumpy stupor I glanced over and saw two adorable chocolate girls sitting quietly together on the C train in Brooklyn. They looked classic, one of them sporting braids that took me back to my days as a little girl of braids and barrettes, while the other gazed off in the distance, seemingly deep in thought. In that moment I envied the assumed simplicity of their lives as young girls with their whole lives ahead of them, hopefully carefree of all the weights that adulthood brings. Maybe I was hoping to steal a little of that for myself when I took this picture.