I ran into this lady. No, she ran into me. Suzi and I had just arrived at a train station when we stopped for a moment to get our bearings. A young woman suddenly from behind collided with me. She had a stick. She was blind. I must have stopped too suddenly. I found her unusually attractive, both in her face and in her carriage. I stepped aside. She had not lost her composure, her head high, but dabbed at her nose with a tissue. Somehow she looked sick and in need of care. She stood there alone as we walked away.