Once upon a Wednesday, I was going home from work. Sitting by the window, I was admiring the violence of nature. I found it somehow beautiful to see the mighty wind forcing giant trees to dance for him. It was like they were stripping for a rich man tipping them. An I was just a visitor rewarded with the free entertainment for being in the right place at the right time.
Entering "my" city the wind was the one abiding the will of the not so mighty buildings. He was guided by the streets and he could only play with some victims when he finds some big streets with small trees or palms, like the one you're about to see.
When the bus stopped, an old lady took her time stepping out. Enough time for me to watch these palm trees from the window, to decide it's a bad idea to leave the bus one stop earlier than I should and walk about half a mile in the middle of the storm wearing summer clothes, then to decide, because it's a bad idea, it is exactly what I can't stop myself from doing.
If only I was a good dancer, I would join this choreography, but I did nothing more than filming it, knowing that one day, I won't be able to stop myself from posting it.
You can consider this my entry for the #ZumbaChallenge you promised to do
. That's why I'll use the tag because this is the second closest thing to Zumba that I can come up with. Of course you know what the closest thing is :D
I wonder why the street is empty. Why is there no one else having a walk?