Sail

She bounced with each step.​

Tiny steps. Stutter steps. ​

Her steps.​

Weight of the morning bundled up in the hooded sweatshirt and wrapped up in black tights. Small steps. Bounce steps. Her steps.​

Everyone was focused into their own world, straining under their own weights and thoughts. ​

Maybe I wasn't supposed to notice how she seem to lift with the bass-line and grew wings with the refrain. Maybe I'm glad i didn't know what the song was. Maybe it was the moment that I needed.​

I'll never see her the same way. ​

For those few moments, she was free.​