There’s a fluid wave in a woman’s walk when she wears the right type of jeans and wedges. One foot in front of the other. The fabric stretches just below the buttock. Her legs extend to a point of perfection. A straight line from hip to toe. Time slows in these moments. It becomes a crawl through a dream. A breakdown of the nature of her movement. Her presence. The effect on the environment around her. One front, the other foot. Captured as if in a bubble.

I bless my soul when I see a fine-looking woman walk across my bow. Forehead to chest, left shoulder to right shoulder. La bendicion por cada pensamiento.