The man with the turbon that danced on air

I was about 14 or 15 when this happened. I was at a bus stop in Pomona on my way to my Dad's house I believe. It was a nice sunny day and I was only one of two people waiting at the stop. I had in my hand a book I had really been enjoying called "Notes to Myself", by Hugh Prather. It was a collection of anecdotes and insights and I remember that his follow-up book felt very trite and I had no care for it at all, while this book I enjoyed tremendously.

So there I was standing at the bus stop, book closed in my hand and this man in a turbon approached me suddenly and stood well within my comfort zone. He grabbed the book from my hand and looked at it briefly. I wasn't afraid or disturbed by his proximity. I was only slightly shocked by his boldness. He looked up from the book and handed it back to me as he looked me in the eyes and said "You do not need this book, you already know this". He smiled one of the most beautiful and soothing smiles I've ever felt and then he walked away, as quickly as he had come. It was so brief I doubt it was even 20 seconds we interacted, yet it felt so long and slow and comfortable. I still remember his eyes so dark and warm and loving. When he walked away across the park that sat behind the bus stop it was as if he was gliding or dancing across the grass. His movement was quick, yet marvelously fluid and beautiful and I watched him in complete awe until he was well out of sight.

I had never seen someone in a turbon before and I had never had someone interact with me in that way. So abrupt, yet so warm and welcoming, as if I had come into his world and not him into mine. It's such a beautiful and magical experience and I stood completely motionless and mute through the whole thing. I had almost no part in it really, which is the funniest thing of all. And this was the day I saw the man in the turbon dance on air.