The Goddess Walks

I need to mention that something magical happened today. I was sitting in the car outside a small shop in Discovery Bay, waiting for the driver to return. I caught motion out of the corner of my eye, turned my head, and saw the most amazing person walking along the raised wooden sidewalk in front of the stores, about to pass just in front of the car where I was sitting. Without hesitation or pause for thought, I had to frantically fumble the door open before she passed, and say loudly over the sound of traffic, “Excuse me!”

She paused and attentively bent toward me, saying, “Yes?” as she looked at me doubtfully.

I blurted out, “I just have to tell you — you are absolutely beautiful! Your hair… your eyes… your skin… the way you walk — everything about you! I just had to tell you!”

She looked startled. Who wouldn’t after being pounced on by an old woman with hair like a squirrel’s nest? A slow smile spread and lit up her dark eyes. Her skin was a softly radiant golden — I’m guessing perhaps a combination of African and Asian though I’ve never seen that out-of-this-world skin color anywhere before. She was glowing in the spring sun, curls framing her face. Her hair was the same color as her skin but two shades lighter. Her face was uncommonly well-formed — unique and delightful.

My mind was racing, trying to memorize everything about her. She stood poised, like a queen or a dancer, smiled, and said “Thank you!” She added something I couldn’t quite hear over the traffic. I thanked her and leaned back in my seat, stunned.

She walked past, lithe and graceful — like a queen… or a goddess.

I sat back in my seat, took a deep breath and said aloud to myself, “Good Goddess, Jessica — is no one safe from you?”

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2 thoughts on “The Goddess Walks

    1. Autumn, thank you for your comment. I still feel that somehow I didn’t catch the blaze of glory of the reality!

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