I saw you for only a moment in the produce section, and I already knew I was going to walk out with woefull regret over not talking to you. Somehow you seemed more enchanted by your attire than I was by you as you waved and rocked your dress from side to side, reminding me of a beautiful mexican folklorico ballet dance. I liked to think you are such a dancer, or perhaps you went to an event recently, or maybe you just saw a youtube video. Iono. Regardless, the way you and that simple orange dress waved around was as enchanting as any dance in traditional dress. I hope your days have been lived happily, and continue to do so. Ciao.