Her bright yellow summer dress caught my eye. I focused on it as my car approached the junction. It seemed to envelop and glow around the young girl creating a bright aura setting her apart from the crowd waiting to cross
The girl's legs; long, slim, elegant, slippered into coloured heeled sandals turned her ankles and feet into attractive features to admire. I glimpsed tiny painted toenails bright like inset rubies. The delicate strap of the shoe wrapped around her ankle, clasped with a small gold buckle, framing the whole foot; a fleeting example of summer's art.
My eyes drifted upwards, still concentrating on the approaching stop sign. Her arms, tanned, youthful, elegant; extended down to her slim wrists where loose bulbous bangles accentuated their delicate nature. Her hands, long tapering fingers with small clusters of rings, simple, but decorative.
A small bag, white patent with short strap, hung from one hand while the other flirted with her wavy auburn hair which flared as the sun caught, turning it into deep coppery flames of beauty.
Her head, as if sensing my approach, inexplicably turned away and robbed me of seeing her face, that final sight of perfection eluding me, leaving me inexplicably incomplete.
I tried in vain to get a second glance as the traffic forced me to continue round the corner and out of view, but she was gone. That brief moment in time, an image of perfect beauty untainted. A flash of a summer never to be forgotten. I pined the loss in the days, months and years that followed.
The memory of her though, remained and in my darkest times often reappeared, face averted, to draw me to a better place. A moment in time that lives within me. She is with me still as I lie deep in my personal winter. A last spark of summer as all fades around me, a memory that encapsulates the essence of life.
Her face still hidden, she is my last thought as I finally leave,