She walked down Queen Street with her headphones on. Joining the ooze of humanity down towards the trains and ferries, she kept a brisk pace in line with the crescendo of her music. She loved the combination. Music provided enough distance from the others that she was emboldened to look at them, smile and catch eyes. Nothing to communicate beyond, “Wow, we’re people and this madness around us works somehow.”
Guarded from actual conversation, these people were exactly as she wanted them. They marveled with her and had the same happy buzz from engaging in a rush-hour pastime. The Barnes Dance at Customs Street was the pinnacle - the way everyone crossed paths at four angles and gracefully avoided each other was on par with planetary movements, a ballet of hundreds. At no other time did she love people as well as this.
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