Gaze

Black and white photo of a younger Joan Didion. She is facing the camera on a crowed sidewalk.

Joan Didion in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park in April 1967. Photo by Ted Streshinsky.

One of the sexiest faces I've ever seen.

I imagine her attention falling to me, just for a moment, in this crowd, out on the street. I feel her size me up, a knowing critical gaze. Is she instantly writing my story behind those eyes?

She finds me...acceptable.

It's enough.

Currently re-reading Slouching Towards Bethlehem.