She must be about my age. She was on the other side of the road, like me, waiting for the lights to change so we could cross. She was wearing a neat, short black dress.
And scarlet tights.
And gold shoes.
She looked fantastic.
She gave me courage that, at our age (yes, lack of sleep, a blocked head and the approach of a “significant date” are having their effect!) we don’t have to dress to hide.
I know that – but knowing and daring to “know” it in my actions are two different things.
I can do the gold shoes. I wonder if I can work my way up to scarlet tights!