She bounced with each step.
Tiny steps. Stutter 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.