NZ Visual Diary - entry 199

dancing in the streets

The movement of thick limbs, an aching reminder of the twisted joints of an exhausted but determined old woman I have seen on the streets, each step on graceless legs blocked and set to mark forward but stilted progress.

We cast a shared glance, a moment of visual embrace in which her eyes dance with a lightness, like the lacy edges of a leafless tree set free by a sudden wind, gratified that I have seen her brackened beauty.