Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Street Crossing

Crossing Lafayette at Walker, an old man who didn't so much walk as trot.  Tiny steady high steps like a dressage horse.  He was in a hurry.  Clothes a ragged bundle of brown and gray.  Face streaked, and hair a mane.  He looked apocalyptic.  I felt I might have gone back in time. It was more like a dream of an encounter than the real thing.  As we passed - and this was the gesture that made me doubt the year completely - he tipped his hat.

3 comments:

Marty Wombacher said...

Too cool, I loved reading this! Cheers to that guy, it almost makes me want to go out and buy a hat to start tipping it at women.

Goggla said...

I think you crossed paths with a ghost! :)

onemorefoldedsunset said...

Yes, maybe I did. It was the strangest encounter.
Go for it, Marty - I think hat-tipping might work in your favor!