Strangers and Things
Searching for that time when things would quite come together, she walks the streets of the city looking for inspiration; or perhaps already inspired. Watching the seagulls’ up again, up again motion. This is a time for thinking, she thinks. She dilly-dallies along, yet not in quite the way dilly-dalliers do. She is following the motions of her rapid heartbeat and breathing. She is flowing with the way of the breeze and the tilt of the trees that stand along the sidewalks.
