She stepped forward with her charachteristic elegance. But today there was more spring in her step. More oomph. Because she had stepped into Africa when she slipped into the those delicious Maasai Nairobi Sandals. They were black in colour, with beadwork that cut across from her fingers towards the sides of her foot.
Sweat trickling down your lovely face and making it unlovely. But you don't care. You have to find it. Your heart aches for it. You mind races after it. Your eyes roam everywhere in search of it. You feet follow your eyes and listen to your heart as you search for it. You have to find that sweet spot where your passion comes face to face with your reality.