Most beautiful lady of Clay
One can wonder if truly you can find someone beautiful physically with a kind heart. That was the woman I saw today. The image of her was imprinted on my mind.
She was small, well, compared to me she was probably 5 feet 5 inches. She was perfectly built, slim but not thin like the children she was feeding. Her hair, black and dark as the moonless and starless night. It was shining, you could see the sunlight bouncing over it causing a mirage or shimmer around her. It flowed straight and soft to her back. She had fair skin. I wonder how she maintained her fair skin, probably because she rarely goes out into the sun. Her face, I don't think I have met someone with that perfect symmetrical face. Her face was small, like I could cup it in both hands. Her lips, it was in an eternal pout. Red and full. My mother had rosy cheeks, but this lady I saw, it was like blood was rubbed on her cheeks which made it redder. Or probably she was just flushed because of the heat. Her eyes, even from afar, I could swear she had blue eyes. Blue large eyes. Blue like the middle of the lake on a clear summer day.
First time in the Town
It was noisier, smellier and livelier than the place where I grew up in. It was the smell that hit me first as soon as I arrived. I can't distinguish if it was a mixture of horse manure, human waste, dead fish and other probable origins that I have not encountered yet. Then the noise of a lot of people talking at the same time, as if they were all constantly fighting. The tavern was a real shocker to me when I first entered. The stench, the noise and the merriment!
But disregarding the noise and the smell, I was excited to see a lot of places that would give me the opportunity to learn, train and further my skills and capabilities.