I was walking along Queen Street on a lunch break. Maybe there was music playing at a nearby shop, or maybe the music was in fact in my head, I don't remember clearly anymore, or it may as well be the case that there was no music and I simply gave in to the hum drum of the crowd. The fact remains that I walked and kept walking. It rained earlier, and the wind still carried certain moisture with it. Not that I noticed any of it, or at least not consciously. I was hungry and looked for a suitable place to buy lunch. That is when a woman dressed in black caught my eyes. She wore yellow high hills and walked a semi cat walk. All I could concentrate on were those shoes. Yellow shoes clicking past the shops and other less worthy feet. This scene seems significant to me somehow. Perhaps one of these days I will know why so.