I first saw her on a clear, windy Autumn’s Eve. You know, when the wind causes maelstroms of crisp golden leaves to swirl at your feet and catch in your hair. When there’s a real chill in the air. It’s not cold, just cold enough to wish you’d worn a heavier coat. She was walking at a quick pace. She had to. She was being walked by a pretty large dog which I was sure would have stood taller than her on its hind legs. She looked weary and windswept yet happy to be alive. There seemed to be a definite air of joy about her.
I’m not quite sure why she caught my eyes. She had an eminent air about her. Life looked to be happening for her. Reality and urgency were in her every breath. That excites me. People like her are not part of the crowd but rather, stand out in a crowd. They are never alone unless they want to be.
Highly motivated people fascinate me. What drives them and why so hard? I’m drawn to them instinctively. My instinct is to play sous chef. To carefully set the rigging. To secure the net for he high wire walker.
As she walked by I couldn’t help but turn around and watch as she walked away. I’m glad I did. Just ahead of her was an interesting sight. Approaching her and her beast were two other rather large animals, unleashed and beginning to take an interest of the not-so-nice kind. Her charge was also gathering up a lather about the impending situation. Been there before I thought. Just in case I began to meander towards her to possibly be of assistance.
The situation began to intensify and suddenly the air became heavy with impending doom. Two against two I thought, but one of the two was considerably smaller yet just as tough. I stepped into view. Not wanting to interfere I was cautious and simply said, “Gonna need some help here?”. The response came quickly. “What do you think! ?” She started to dig her heals in trying to control her charge and cursing like a trooper!. Meanwhile the two top guns that seemed to be of free will and abandon came charging towards us. They suddenly halted with the sound of a distant whistle, turned tail and with equal abandon flew off in the opposite direction.
We then looked at each other, shared passing amenities, and off she went. I’ll never forget her. Nice crisp night I thought. Maybe I’ll get a dog. Another gust of wind-swept a cluster of leaves through my hair. Funny what the wind brings. I slowly removed one last clinging golden leaf and drifted home with a memory.