Shiny Shoes

You are on the bus. The sun warms you up through the window. You have new shoes and they fit you perfectly. You listen to happy songs - The Lumineers, Hozier, Florence & the Machine and so on. You smile and the sun shines a little brighter and so do your very clean shoes.

You get off the bus and hear Florence singing that happiness hit her like a train on a traaaaaack and then you want to run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, run fast for your children, for your sisters and brothers. You can’t run, but you can smile and move to the rhythm of your song, dance in the streets. No one will judge you. And even if they do, does it really matter?