Letter 6: To A Stranger
Dear Stranger whose right foot I saw a few years ago,
You had a green bag and what I like to call a “power stance.” All I saw was the one foot—that and your green bag—but that was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t alone.
As I left I searched around for a familiar shoe, or a green bag, wondering if I could figure out who you were, wondering if I knew you, but secretly hoping to never find out.
In some ways, I already know enough about you. In my head you’re tall, and blonde, and rather exhausted looking. You like to wear over-sized sweaters and you walk rather quickly, like you’re always on your way somewhere. Immediately. Everything is very immediate, very fast. I hope you’re remembering to take care of yourself.
This is a very uncomfortable letter to write.
From,
The stranger with the Birkenstocks
