What it means to be embarrassed

It was on a sub par day.

I was dressed in a light sweater -- a little too light for the weather -- walking. In and down through the park we walked, silent in our thoughts, following a grey path under a grey sky through that grey day. I heard the trot of a runner approaching but was too busy looking down at my shoes to notice. I was thinking about nothing, and then through the grey day she came. She was moving like a cloud, guided by the wind of wings. I didn’t get a great look as she passed on by, only a look long enough to see the embarrassment she felt when she ran. The way her body swayed, moved, and changed made her feel ill at ease.

It's okay I wanted to say, but didn't. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

Looking at her feet as she ran by she kicked at a rock that rolled towards me slowly, landing at toe of my shoe where it sat and stayed. I heard her running behind me, in down and through the park, but I didn’t want to look at her. She wouldn’t want me too. I just carried on my way. Walking and thinking my thoughts I kicked at the rock one last time, leaving it behind me for the next embarrassed runner to confide in.