this morning #239.

this morning, she was totally groovin’ & moving her way through the city with the sounds of aretha soothing her soul. it was still a few hours away from a sunday afternoon but the avenue was still crowded & it was still a sunny day. each step was a shimmy. every soul that she passed made her want to ask what it was that they did to get through the day. there was no way to know without asking & no way to build up the courage to do so. still, she enjoyed speculating about the secrets behind their successes or lack thereof. when confronted with adversity, did that elderly woman coming her way stand her ground or back right down? she liked to think that granny would punch back.