Today some jackass decided to play upon society's paranoia and leave a mysterious little package in the Toronto subway system. Just pick the day that the world remembers what happened to our friends across the pond last week. We were told we could walk to further stops or wait to take a crammed shuttle bus. I voted to walk. I could use the exercise.
Turned out to be a false alarm...at least that what we were all led to believe.
Back on the subway, I watched people move around like nothing had ever happened. It was just another rainy, muggy Thursday and the work day was over.
I watched a woman dance in the aisle like no one was watching. She had her eyes closed and moved like she was listening to some good old school funk. Except she had no headphones on and there was no music in the subway car. Something about her movements was absolutely beautiful. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing. I tried to find something on my iPod to accompany her movements with, but just couldn't find the right song. She manged to get a seat and continued her swaying and subtle arm movements. And then suddenly, she opened her eyes and the dance was over. No one paid any mind to her except for me and a small girl standing nearby. It was almost as if that woman's dance was just for the two of us and no one else.
It was a beautiful moment right after a cowardly, ugly one.
People.