What is this?

The streets team with laughter, I can’t hear, from smiling faces pushing baby strollers and teenagers sharing secrets. Phones are pressed to ears making plans and no one seems in a hurry.

But I am. I’m moving so quickly, around them, beside them, above them. Slow down!

That’s it.

A bit more lightness in the stillness.

I do feel lighter. Thin? No, just light. Empty of a sort. I guess it’s hard to explain.

I just like it. The music helps. Oh, I didn’t tell you. It’s playing, always playing. Gently though, in the background. That’s a surprise.

Where was I coming from?

Was I running an errand…or was it work? I can’t remember.

I want to keep moving.

Coffee sippers jostle for a shaded table. A girlfriend squeals clutching her boyfriend’s waist bouncing away on a bicycle.

I wish I could hear them. I want reach out and grab their words and pull them into my ears so I can feel their laughter.

They seem happy.

I think I’m happy. Or was I happy?

The sun makes me think maybe both. It’s so bright! A little higher maybe. That’s nice.

No, back down. I like watching them up close.

A baby points at me, their parents push her hand down.

She points again. They ignore her.

Her smile, it’s so big. I get so close it’s all I can see, the slobbering delights of her cooing laughter.

She tries to grab me but can’t.

I spin around and around and she laughs and claps her baby feet together.

Her parent’s pick her up and try to feed her but she just wants to look at me.

I leave her to their busy hands.

Next block and its revelers having pints in a blocked off street. A woman alone dances by herself. Street vendors pitch wares to skeptical expressions.

I want so badly to hear the music.

Around the corner. What’s this? A crowd. Sad faces are surrounding something. Over their shoulders I sail.

Hmm. That’s curious. That face looks familiar. There on the ground… oranges and apples and a torn paper bag. Opened eyes and a still mouth with a face that looks just like mine. I don’t care to stay here, though. The wind feels too nice.

And it’s Sunday. I love Sundays.