A Thing of Beauty…

Oddly enough, this morning I chanced upon – not one – but two entities of exceptional beauty.

The First

It stopped raining (finally!!) last night and so this morning has been cold, but fresh none the less. I was in the tram, waiting to get to class. Now morning times are not the best of times to people-watch. First of all, the subjects of the the watching exercise are not yet in their peak of sociability. Second of all, early morning make-up is NOT a pretty sight. So what I have learnt – from observation – is that people watching is an activity best left to a later time in the day. Having said that, there I was, sitting in my usual seat, waiting for the tram to leave, when I see this lady walk across the road to the bus-stop.

Now I am not yet driving on the other side of the road, so to speak, but being of a somewhat open and liberal pre-disposition of the mind, one can’t but help appreciate a Thing Of Beauty when one happens to chance upon it! Let me see, I believe they stopped making beautiful women after Audrey Hepburn so for me to actually notice and then go on to admit that one is passably good-looking  is rather rare indeed.

The lady in question was nothing exceptional. About 5′ 5″, 30-ish. Denims, green pullover. Not skinny but not chubby either. In fact, she didn’t even have great skin. But what she did have was a very clean look. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to imply that people on the whole are not clean. If you do remember, I have mentioned that most people here, in Torino, appear to have stepped out of the Vogue – dressed up and made up – at 7 a.m. But this lady wasn’t like that. She had clean, washed skin. That’s it. I don’t think she even had gloss on! And the best part is that she didn’t look haggard or stripped of war paint with out the make up! That is why she stuck out as exceptional against the general rule. The hair was not coloured – and trust me, you get some pretty in-your-face coloured hair here. Pink. Red. Orange. Yellow. Name it, you got it. So plain, brown, straight hair, well-combed was such a treat to see!

So all-in-all, watching that lady was a nice way to start the day.

The Second

You know how some days just get better as they go along?

So I continued the people-watching bit while the tram wound it’s way through Torino. Had to de-tram to switch over to the No. 45 bus that goes past College. Just as I was rounding the corner to get to the No. 45 bus-stop, guess what I came up against, parked in the middle of the pavement?

An HD.

A Road King HD.

A restored, 1979 Road King HD.

With the HD flames.

*sigh*

I was late for class. That is all that I can say.

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