I had an odd little experience this morning when I first arrived at work.

First, the building where I work has two long hallways, connected by several crossways. But to make it easier, think of it as an upper case H.

I enter the ground floor of the building at the foot of one leg, halfway down the hallway turn onto the crosspiece, and then when I reach the other leg, take the stairs up to the first floor.

This morning, after turning from the main hallway into the cross way, I suddenly noticed my footsteps were strangely louder–as if I was wearing shoes with hard heels instead of the soft soles I have been wearing. (The sidewalks have been treacherous–one ugly slide and a fall in a single day put me off wearing my Docs until the walks are clear.)

I softened my step, but I could still hear the striking of my heels on the tile.

Then I reached the intersection and saw walking away from me a woman in boots, walking the exact pace I was.

She was not, however, my doppelganger, seeing as she was tall and thin with long, straight, blonde hair.