A dress buttoned most of the way down picks up the wind. It's belted at the waist where the loops have purpose. Movement in between a memory left behind but not forgotten. I've been told the sunny side of the street is always best to stand. Maybe to catch the sunlight which shapes the features you most admire. A white wall is simple but not without thought. Strands straight with shine swept to the side and pushed away for a moment. Underneath a hooded escape a woman can preserve a timeless stance.