taylor swift sings a song called called teardrops on my guitar. i am not a huge fan of country music, but i kind of like this song. especially this lyric:
and there he goes, so perfectly
the kind of flawless i wish i could be
only until just now, when i looked it up online, i thought she sang “lawless,” rather than “flawless.” and i actually rather like it better my way. but whatever — she’s the songwriter.
then there’s this other song i like, there she goes, by the la’s.
there she goes
there she goes again
she calls my name …
what called all this walking to mind, besides these being a couple of my favorite songs, was watching someone walk out of a building and thinking, “man, he really walks well.”
don’t go staring at me with your eyebrows all wonky, now. i see you over there trying to pretend you understand what i just said.
okay, here’s what i mean — have you ever known one of those people for whom living just seems effortless? anything he or she does is more-or-less perfect. the walking, the clothes, the style, the panache … the living. yeah.
so it doesn’t make sense if you don’t know someone like that. but i’m sure you do.
he glided out of the buildling smoothly …
and i clip-clopped out behind, cordurouy pants making cricket noises with every step, scamp sweater blowing in the wind, pippi longstockings braids sticking straight out from my head. i thought about the perfectly groomed businesswomen i’d seen and known.
but i decided i like being a scamp.
although he is fun to watch.