Oh my, what lovely women - I mean, weather, we've had yesterday - Yes, weather... Goodness, on Monday, I felt like I was dying, and suddenly, it felt wonderful to be alive - For a brief while. I walked and breathed deeply without seeing my own breath. The skin around my knuckles is healing - It's been breaking and bleeding from the wretched cold.
Anyway, the sun came out and the breeze was soft and gentle. What's more, on my way to work at 3, I saw two lovely women. Both of them at crosswalks! (I'm trying to figure out the symbolism of meeting women at crosswalks-I'm sure it'll come to me eventually.) They were both smiling, bright smiles, so pretty, enjoying the brief reprieve from Mr. Frost and Ice, and there was no possessive guy standing close to ruin the picture of their youthfulness and simple gaiety.
The first one I met was strikingly pretty with her black coat unbuttoned, her nice dark pants molding to different parts of her elegant legs as she made long, graceful strides, and the click, click of her heels. I was scared to cross because there was a long line of cars and I was suspicious of getting hit by another one. So I just stood there relaxed and watched her cross over to me.
She clutched a paper grocery bag close to her chest and it didn't look like she was struggling with the weight of it - Or else I might have forgotten that I was walking to work and I would've offered to carry it home for her-that's what a gentle(wo)man is supposed to do! Instead, we smiled when she walked close and I got up the courage to stride in front of that hideous line of cars.
The second lovely woman I met right just before I made it to the public library. This crosswalk had real cross lights, thank goodness, but I am such a slow walker that by the time I reached the lights, my turn to walk was over. Across the street, the woman waiting noticed and smiled at me. She was so different from the first one I met. She was dressed almost like a punk, with that short, black-dyed hair, and the dark clothes to match. However, that smile lighted up her whole being, so that she was bright and pretty, no matter the mask of her clothing.
Sadly, she crossed in the opposite direction, so I had to watch her walk away. Hmm, strong strides. She knew I was watching and she glanced half-way back!
