I am not sure what initially attracted me, I guess it was her hat. While it is normally a woman's hair that first catches my gaze, her bright red hat covered her head so I never saw her hair. Odd red loops that dangled from gold beaded knots made me think of curls that weren't there. Although it was very different, on her, the hat was wonderfully becoming. It drew my eyes, then let them wander to her face.
Skin, so finely textured it seemed poured in place, flowed gently over a tiny nose, outward over slightly reddened, firm cheeks down to her neck that, all too quickly, disappeared into the embroidered collar. Her eyelids turned down only slightly at the bridge of the nose and as she squinted in the sunlight the faint hint of dark brown eyes glanced at me a moment and then away.
Her eyebrows were plucked very thin presenting the appearance of a large forehead, in spite of the hat she wore. Fine but very long eyelashes seemed to flutter on a breeze as she peeked at the world. I would have expected her to wear red tinted sunglasses to shade, red that matched her hat, yet she squinted.
The smile was faint, a half smile as if she were amused, but also slight annoyed. Perhaps finding some dark comedy in the pain of everyday life, or perhaps simply fearing to enjoy herself completely.
