Woman In the White Hat

The woman wearing the white hat makes a bit of an entrance. She looks ordinary enough, but I sense she is full of intrigue. She is as mysterious as the rest of this odd-looking group. There is a surreal feeling about her, an aura that hints purple. I obsess about her from afar, but do not approach. Many begin making their way to her; as if they are drawn in. I watch them interact. She is not opening to them, she is closed. Not in a mean way, but in a self-preservation sort of way. She looks up and smiles at me. I return her smile. Both of our smiles are tiny, as if we both knows the same thing. I am totally mesmerized by her. She is interesting in a weird way. My husband asks if I am ready to go. He knows I have been bored. Not yet, I tell him. I want to stay a bit longer. Go mingle. He heads straight toward the woman in the white hat.