The girl with a hat in the field

She seemed to appear out of nowhere. It startled me. There was no movement that I could have perceived, no sound other than the soft rubbing of the blades of grass in the wind, but as if by magic she popped up in perfect path to the direction I believed was random. Never did I realize, in that one moment how perfect she was and I knew her. But since a last encounter, sharp edges had become softened, tight hair had curved and waved and her clothing made her look as if time had perfected her charm.