It was cold and overcast, I was alone, searching for something. Searching for what? I don’t know, just something. Everywhere I looked I found a cold, unfriendly stare aimed squarely at me.
But on a quick glance to my left I spotted what I must have been looking for.
She strode confidently past. Chin up, shoulders back. She had an assertive gait, one of purpose and importance. It was she who I must have come to this place to seek out on that day.
She had blond hair, probably dyed. She was older. She had shoulders that were both broad and slender at the same time. She wore clothes that were tailored perfectly to suit her slender figure – a well-fitted red leather jacket, a pencil skirt with just a kiss of flare at the bottom to allow it to flow in the slight cool breeze, and heels that showed off well defined calves and delicately slender ankles.
Who was she? Where was she going? What was her story? I’ll never know.
She strode swiftly and with ease through the streets. I tailed her briefly and wanted to know more. But just as quickly as she appeared, she had vanished…
P.S. This was just a story I made up about this image. I took it earlier this year in Kensington Market in Toronto. It’s the first time I’ve attempted such a thing on my blog, and it’ll probably be my last. I think I’ll eave it to my friend Nicole Sander from this point forward.