She was dressed in black silk interwoven with gold thread.   She shimmered in the morning sun as she walked.  We were driving up the sidewalk, shortcutting past a slow stoplight.   We sounded the horn to scatter the others out of our way, then we came up behind her. Bweeep beep went our horn, but she flicked her head around in a motion that sent her black hair and black silk fluttering in an arc.   She gave my driver a look that ended his honking.  For good measure she gave me the same look.  We formed a quiet procession behind her stately walk. 

The cars on the street raced by.  The light had turned green.