That Walk

I watched her about a block or so away walking toward me her wheat blown hair wth silver strands tossed about by the brisk northern wind and that walk walk that only she knew with a quick gait bouncing from side to side I noticed her looking away but knew her well enough to know she knew that I was up ahead and that she would suddenly turn and with an act of total surprise say hello! I didn’t see you there We hugged with a hug of old lovers you know the kind sort of nice but restrained and spoke of the lost times trying to fill the other in as quickly as possible on those unknown missing years knowing that soon each of us would be on our way again So as the cold Canadian wind whipped all about we told abbreviated stories of the passing years ending with a smile ending with a hug ending with a kiss as I watched her turn and go on her way with that walk that walk that only she knew you know the one with a quick gait as she bounced from side to side