I dance upon the warm summer breeze, balancing on tip toes across the bars.
I dance to the music of the cars below, radios and televisions, snippets of song, floating words, alien birdsong and the strange music that is no sound at all.
Few look up to see the strange fey girl spinning in the air. They are too busy looking at their feet, rushing somewhere, running away from something to bother with the likes of me.
If you look up when you pass by and I’ll smile down at you at wave. “Come dance with me, my love. Dance away with me. I won’t let you fall. Promise.”
Thanks to Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers.
The Blurred Line 
There are times I forget to stop and enjoy. Then when i do i realize the time that has passed never to be again.
We all tend to do that. Rush around.
Dear Victoria,
You made me want to dance.
shalom,
Rochelle
Life is too short not to.
Enjoyably sweet! 🙂
Thank you
Love that fey girl. Must look up next time
Always good to do. You might catch a glimpse out the corner of your eye.
Such a lovely invitation it makes me want to join you.
By all means do.
In my mind; I am there!
Poetry!
Thank you.
Nice. I voted!
Thank you
That should teach us to look up once in a while. Nicely done.
Thanks Sandra.
great juxtaposition. i love it.
Thank you
I really enjoyed this, Victoria. So many people in the city do miss anything that’s not above head level and this was a unique way of showing that. I saw her dancing!
janet
Thanks Janet! Someone once told me that you can always tell a tourist because they look everywhere with wonder and a local because they look straight ahead or at their feet.
Your stories are always so enigmatic, darling! Love this one.
Thanks a million.
Beautiful word choice and very sweet sensibility at the end. I want to dance …
Thanks Perry.