Two weeks ago:
Sunday morning I was walking down my block to the car and ahead of me was a couple saying a late morning goodbye next to a silver Jetta.
Her hands on his hips. His right hand cupped her cheek. As I moved closer down the sidewalk they repositioned their bodies and with a little push the young man swung her out into the street.
The music swirled from a third floor apartment above as her body was pulled back in with a drifting down a playground slide laugh.
I scanned the moment I walked into and saw only my smile reflected in the their little bubble of time.