There’s a young woman at work who is tall and very beautiful, she has a dark olive complexion and long brown wavy hair and dark eyes that point downwards at the outer corners. She always wears simple dresses or skirts, usually navy or white and she moves around elegantly and quietly. Although we’ve never spoken, she must have noticed that I look at her a lot because she always throws furtive glances my way as she steps by. What I love about her the most is that she is pregnant, and I like to think that I can see the gentle love she harbours for her child in the way she moves. She doesn’t seem to be older than 25 and reminds me of a girl that Matisse or Gaugin might have painted posing before a dark silk drape or a batik, and I wish I could do the same.
In a way I hope I never get to talk to her and keep this enchanting image of her in my mind but my curiosity might get the better of me.