It had gotten really late, and I had decided to walk home instead of drive.
I knew I had a bit too much New Year’s cheer for my own good, and thought it best.
Besides, a nice walk home is always best to clear the head.
About halfway home, I noticed a woman sitting under a street light on a bench.
She had on an almost transparent sarong.
It was tied with what looked like a golden belt.
She had long very light brown hair and sandals.
As I started walking near, she turned and noticed me.
She stood with a grace that was poetry in motion and looked at me.
