december friday

A middle-aged woman on the steps of a castle doing a rather involved dance routine the synced perfectly with the Tribe song I was listening to.
A solitary child standing perfectly still in the middle of one of NYC's versions of a playground (a square of asphalt inside a cage).
"That quirky girl" who wears seven bright colors, all kinds of crap in the bush of red hair that rules her head, a short skirt with insane leggings and neon sneakers. She spilled coffee in front of me and for a moment I could see her trying to devise a way to pick it up again. She didnt.