Mysterious Woman.

Who is the mysterious woman? Writing a memoir, I examine this woman's eyes. Her expression. She is sad, I think. At the very least, thoughtful. Or?

I wonder about her mood as she is me. Me in the 1970s. So long ago, but part of the thread that runs through my life till now. Telling stories of that decade when I was a young wife and mother and then a young single mother soon to be divorced.

Those were difficult, but good years. So perhaps thoughtful.