She walks through the city, shuffling her feet... One, another. One, another.

Perhaps she has a long skirt that develops in the wind.

Maybe she has tight pants that leave no room for imagination.

Or maybe she has some kind of sundress or coat. Sneakers, sneakers, heels! Anything at all!

It doesn't matter so much when a woman is walking!

Her smile is illuminating. A smile is about a state of mind.

She's not laughing at anybody, she's not being ironic, she's not judging anybody anymore. She just walks and smiles.

To everyone and no one at the same time.

She may seem strange to some, crazy to others. Or perhaps unattainable, unknowable... A muse!

This is not important. What matters is her smile. Her state. All that matters is that she walks through the city and spreads her smile around her for centimeters, meters, kilometers...

It's as if that smile takes over the world and gives it away at the same time.

And now, as she walks through the city, listening to its sounds, its squeaks, its rustles, its words, she knows exactly that in every sound, in every step and look she takes, in every breath of living things, in every color and shade, there is beauty of its own!

It's as if that beauty "makes" her smile, as if to say, "Hey, I'm here! How can you not smile when you see me?"

And she does what? Just walking through town. With beauty. And then the Naturalness, the Naturalness, the Magic comes alive in her.

Then the Primordial Woman comes alive in her!

And it seems that the whole world smiles at her, because she knows how to see the beauty of this world. The beauty of Primordiality.

With love and awe for each reader❤️