She crossed the road in the opposite direction to me.
Loose brown curls. Brown, unblemished skin. Younger than me but not at all a child. Brown leather boots buckled up her legs to just below the knee. Black dress to just above the boots at the front, down to her heels at back. Short bone vest done up in front with black fabric showing through the gaps. Black hand bag over a shoulder.
Sometimes, unexpectedly, we see perfection.