A walk that melts the fabric of time
Occasionally in my life, I have witnessed this Amble walk along an Esplanade, where each motion appears as if rehearsed for a Promenade. The steps are a motion that carries the wave of natural flow and for a woman to express this would signify she is truly in tune with her feelings. The distance of passing time levels my ability to describe the previous events but last night’s is fresh in my mind.
My lazy adrift was puckered and tired as I leaned on my car. Out of the restaurant came a woman without recognition, her back facing me as she progressed forward with a rippling flow. Each step she took beckons a posture of sonic water that lingered from her head of golden blonde to her ankles that are hidden by loose fitting clothes. First, the left drained my sense of motion, and then the right created floatation shift until the left could start again. However, together with time they created a drifting motion that gave way to a hypnotic glide.
Most definitely a Walking Meditation, since each step is smooth and laced with motions of expressions. It is rare to see these types of walks because most women are always in a hurry, and fail to sculpt themselves in a way that melts the fabric of time. I avoided her face on purpose because I wanted to see what I thought she was by her motion. I sneaked a peek and too my surprise her beauty matched the walk. I wonder if she watched me tune into her world.