This weekend at the Farmer's Market, I saw a woman—let's say she was 60—dressed in all white: white shirt, white pants, white hat, white sunglasses, and white shoes. Hanging from her hand was a white leash connected to a white stuffed dog that was standing on a white skateboard. She was weird and I loved her.
I loved her because she made downtown St. Petersburg feel a little more like a city—like The City. The market was mostly populated by the bland, safe people who make up the suburbs (including me), but when mixed with the homeless and punks and weirdoes, I truly felt like I was experiencing an urban moment, and it felt good.
Nearby, a Celtic band played, and Reilly spun herself in circles in appreciation of their music. Shawn and I stood on the pavement and absorbed it all, saying nothing. I looked back for the woman in white and saw her as she moved away, towing her dog on the skateboard, smiling at God knows what.
Sounds like someone needs another dose of The City :-)
ReplyDeleteWow--all that The City has to offer...and this is what you miss?
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