Lesson Four - Part Two

Sunrise – Lesson Four – Part Two

The Five Senses

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1. A woman around thirty – dressed in a tee shirt and a long, loose gauzy skirt waits at the crosswalk.  She’s carrying  a box—a large cube, probably about one square foot.  She hugs it to her chest as she waits for the light to change.



2. Another woman—older—also wearing a tee shirt and a crisp pair of walking shorts waits too.  She is carrying comforter by the handle of its boxy plastic container.



3. I originally think they’re together, but when the ‘WALK’ signal lit up, the younger woman crossed the intersection.  The older woman is talking to a young man with a goatee, wearing a backpack.  He’s supporting a bicycle—it’s leaning against him as they engage in an animated conversation.  The woman is gesturing and pointing at different things—so perhaps she’s helping him with directions.



4. A very young woman in very short shorts and a cropped shirt—pushing a baby in a stroller and holding a little girl’s hand.  She excuses herself and moves in front of the man with the bike and woman who are still talking.  She hurries across the street in long, loping strides, pulling the little girl along with her.  The caution light blinks and she moves faster.



5. A very old woman, slight build, stooped, with a silver ‘Buster Brown’ haircut comes to the intersection.  She is wearing a long knit dress—like a tee shirt that goes nearly to her ankles—it is black and has the outlines of several cats in white.  She is carrying an old-fashioned handbag, which she clutches close to her side as she waits.  She appears a bit anxious because when the guy with the bicycle shifts his position—he’s still deep in conversation with the woman with the comforter—she steps back a little.



6. A teenager girl walking a dog.  It is a tall, lanky dog—looks like it has greyhound in it—it is white with black patches.  She gives me the impression that she’s shy—she seems to avoid making eye contact with the others waiting—fussing over her dog instead.



7. An older woman, with a large paunch and scraggly dark hair that looks like it was cut with hedge clippers rolls up in one of those scooter chairs.  It has a long, thin pole—like one of those old-fashioned antennas—with a orange pennant.  She rolls up just as the signal light and sails into the intersection—the girl with her dog and older woman follow her across.  The man with the bike and the woman with the comforter are still talking.