Morning Music

Morning Music

By Jackie Leavitt

My feet almost begin to move on their own. It’s just a natural instinct as the music seeps from my cushioned headphones into my ears and around my skull. It’s like the notes just keep bouncing around in my body – down my shoulders, out to my fingertips, swirling down my torso to my hips, and out to my flexing and pointing feet, now pivoting on the pavement.

I want to leap and glide and slide and twirl my way down the sidewalk, past the morning business men and women. I want to point out the sunshine and blue skies to them, say, “Hey, it’s a beautiful day!”  The music continues to pulse in a delicious ebb and flow, and like a wave I crash and dash through the city, bouncing in my bubble of happiness.