8 years ago i was walking down a quiet rural street that cut through a wooded area. it was early spring, much like it is now in the Northern Hemi. i had one of my tweed Dead Man's jackets on and the sun was out but the air was still cool in that typical spring morning chill way.
i was, as i usually am when i walk alone, deep in thought. so it caught me by surprise when all of a sudden this perfectly beautiful young hippiesque girl materialized on the road a few yards away from me walking in the opposite direction.
"isn't it a beautiful day today?," she asked as she approached, as though we were good friends and had been forever. we passed, and both turned on our heels so as to keep facing the other without stopping. almost choreographed it would seem in retrospect. we both smiled, she spread her arms out beneath her poncho making angel wings. slender fingers on the ends of equally thin hands.
"yes, i love the spring," i said directly into her eyes
"indeed. we are truly blessed." and then we both turned our backs on each other, smiles echoing off the trees, and walked on. i never saw her again.