She seemed to sway back and forth spiraling with indecision; a black-eyed Susan unfurled and blooming atop the weedy gully north of Sunset point.
Her burnt yellow dress lithe with pleated lines fluttering divine. A Latin samba in the breeze as her dark hair soars like raven wings haloed by an orange disintegrating sun.
The traffic roars by obscure mechanical beasts lost in the desert landscape barreling dust over I-17; she slips back into the car the perfect selfie was taken. ...