I first caught a glance out of the corner of my eye, and I found myself needing to come back and see more. I navigated down the hallway to place myself in a better position to observe.
She wore a black suit with a white shirt; dressed up with plain pearl earrings. The simplicity was made more striking by her relaxed but confident posture. Hair was buoyant and just about ready for a cut; just an undercurrent of silver added to the dark sheen.
Make up was very natural looking and one was not aware – it was a soft painting. Glasses did not mask the large eyes and hazel green of her lookers and you knew she was aware of everything that was going on in the room around her. Her observation had intensity and command. She was to the side of the room and others just assumed her presence.
This woman liked herself and where she was and who she was in attendance.
Nearly everyone in the room came to her during the course of the evening and there was a peaceful countenance to their discourse. Her smile drew people in and they felt heard and accepted in her presence.
She did approach several new people and attempted to draw them into the circle and make a connection or an introduction and was well pleased to see that they found conversation and opportunity for extension during the course of the evening.
She shared her good news and received a couple of hearty “high fives” and then moved on to celebrate the other person’s success.
She was calm and at peace within the room and the context.
She was not the star or the great beauty of the room. There was any number of those folks in attendance and they deserved praise for their efforts and skills. The room was filled with women who were runners and found joy in this practice. Others provided the laughter and quick comment that brought delight and tease, and the space was filled with beautiful people.
I had to leave before most and entered the rain to the parking lot wondering if I would encounter her again; enjoying the idea that I hoped I would and soon.
Home again, home again and soon off to bed, and before I brushed my teeth and washed my face I caught sight of her again – a reflection.