Leo 5. Through narrow, winding streets, a man is following a mysterious woman.
Dusk is falling, and even the shadows seem to be having a difficult time moving through the narrow streets. The woman pursued is always just barely in view in the distance as she turns a corner. He has no idea why he follows her, only, he wishes to see her face, to see if he knows who she is. She moves as if made of breeze, her dark garb evaporating into the evening’s growing darkness.
And as he follows her windings he realizes that maybe he wishes not to accost her, but only to trace behind her her steps, to absorb her movement through the streets, a pattern or symbol, which she draws with her feet, and which he reads with his own.