but I think I understand.
Last night I went dancing. The music was lovely. Jazz, I think, or Big Band. My partner was Danish. I’m not sure how old he was but he seemed…mature. Prior to that I was at an oasis and I spoke with someone whose first language was Arabic. He was half my age and he knew nothing about camels. He said I seemed old. My skin is flawless but my hair is sometimes white, and I was wearing a garnet colored dress from a bygone era. And, oh yes, a Mary Poppins hat with a veil. He was most likely looking for someone younger but he was polite. I doubt that we shall meet again.