I’ve been meaning to write this all weekend and only just forced myself to sit and write it.
Coming home on Friday night after work was the usual cram on the bus but I spotted something haunting and a little beautiful.
The bus paused outside a light shop by the Raddison hotel. I glanced through the window and saw a young girl, probably aged around six or seven years old dancing alone in the mirrored walls of a shop. She was twirling and spinning and wafting her arms around.
It was lovely to see, she was totally lost in the moment of her dance and I expect she was waiting for her parents to finish closing the shop.
The bus moved on and I was smiling to myself.