At a traffic light I saw her. A young girl dancing joyously to a tune only she could hear. A bright pink scarf thrown over her school uniform, she twirled gracefully dragging everything around her into her whirlpool of joy. If it were a movie, colours would have radiated from her form, painting the monochromatic scene in rainbow hues.
I watched mesmerized. So this was what joy looked like.
She sensed my eyes on her. Suddenly conscious, her movements lost their fluid grace. She was just another child.
I finally understood what it means to "Dance like Nobody is Watching".