The first time it happened I was unprepared. We were out walking early, me and the dog, when she came up behind us silent as a submarine. Then she was past, veil flapping softly. Not dressed athletically. Aside from the veil1, the regulation dark anorak, blue skirt, black socks, black tights. (They couldn’t possibly be stockings, could they?) And some sisters coming on behind, a couple less athletic than the others. Late for some specific prayer? Mens sana in corpore sano? There was no way to tell. Or maybe there was. I made it a bit of a mission.
Flickr photograph by macwagen.
Footnotes:- This bit doesn’t count, but there’ll be more on this topic in future. [↩]