Grecian Urn
She walked in a perfectly straight line. Each step fell directly in front of the last as if she were taking an imaginary DUI test. It was amazing to watch -- almost like a dance. She ambled along, her shoulders back, her hips leading her wherever she went. It was the most graceful and curious movement I had ever seen. The dirtiest sidewalk became a runway and her least appealing clothes became the latest in fashion. It was probably the most envious I had ever been in my life.