A figure in a blue dress

When I was younger, I saw a woman walking down the street near my house. I vividly remember her dress… she looked like a blue bird, a beautiful bird flying over the sidewalk. I tried to get closer to her, but she ran away so quickly… I couldn’t see her anymore, but I was able to catch from the ground a little piece of her blue dress… (she probably never knew her dress had a tire in it…). And now, when I feel lonely, I imagine flying with that piece of wing so far away from here, and I smile inwardly.