Street stall
A person is sitting on the street, offering goods for sale from several bowls. The weather is remarkably cold, a stark contrast to yesterday’s warmth.
The vendor, wearing a vinyl raincoat, patiently waits for customers despite the snowy weather, though there aren’t many people out. I should express my gratitude to those who strive to do their best in their roles.
During my twenties, I attempted to sell women’s accessories on the street. It proved difficult to attract customers, and I felt discouraged by the lack of interest. My mother was hospitalized, and responsibilities were accumulating at home. My greatest wish was for my mother’s safe return home so I could resume my studies.
I sometimes find myself drawn to street vending, and I occasionally reflect on my reasons for being there. Perhaps I am seeking to survive.
