a quick glance across the street
as rain drops pelt your face and dampen your collar.
The gay pattern of her skirt, the smear of bright red on her lips, and the confidence
keeping her warmer than a coat ever could
all demand a second look.
So you look.
Dashing across the street, she pauses on the median
lingering between traffic
admiring the view
almost as if following a whispered command, the rain pauses for a long breath
and the sigh that follows fills the streets with a deep, dank mist of white
giedre krulikas | www.walkingdotphotography.com | firstname.lastname@example.org