To be different, to be the unique you, the one who stands out in the crowd.
The colored one, the day dreaming one, the weird one, the talented one, the-crazy-one as people use to tag different nowadays.
Do you see her? The hat lady? Headphones on, barefeet, smiling peacefully.
Zoom in the photo a bit, like taking a sneak peak into her mood.
She was waltzing her own tune, creating her own waves on the embankement.
The rest of them were oh-so-dreadfully-being-there, bothered by each other, streesed out when they really shouldn’t have been.
She was serene, eyes closed,feeling the sunset’s golden light reflecting deep down her soul. Her skin served as a mirror of that very moment of beauty.
She was the different one. The one that made the walk worthwile.
I smiled then, smiling on the inside even now.
Funny… how a total stranger from one inch or half world away can touch one’s soul.
Thank you for being that different when I met you!