Shins are screaming
Is it the way I walk?
Right leg shorter than the left
Bright and beautiful, high skies bluer than yesterday
Too much wind
I turn left at the palazzo comunale of Texas
Knowledge and my previous worries of fashion faux-pas go out the window as I look on to see a person I love happily displaying some of her own
Each piece of clothing would have clashed on anyone else
But not on her
I admire for a short time
Bushy hair
Cigarette
Overalls
I cannot approach
Out of my hands
Can't control it
But I thank the chaos for this happenstance