It’s twelve twenty-nine on a Tuesday. 

All of a sudden,
I hear someone singing. 

A woman’s voice appears. 
It takes me by surprise. 
And I smile wide and wonder, “What is this intriguing new development?”

I first think that it must be the wife of my neighbor who is always outside and gardening. It doesn’t make much sense because I’ve never heard her before, but nevertheless, I head strait to my windows to view their yard and try to locate where the increasingly fun and pleasant sounds are coming from. Whoever is singing is unabashedly jubilant in doing so. 

I stalk past a few windows and cannot see anyone in my neighbors’ yard. 
I move to the windows at the front of the house and the volume gets louder and clearer with each passing moment. 
I become aware that my heart is bursting with the anticipation and excitement to see who owns this groovy melody as by now I realize that they are clearly walking towards me down on the street below. 

She is a beautiful, round, Black woman. 
She has a beautiful swagger, her headphones in, and is strong in Herself as she cruises towards me. 
Her hair is natural and gathered in a tight ponytail which bursts with exuberance, round, full and free behind her head, crowning her face from the front. 
She has leggings with an amazing intergalactic print of blues and purples and whites.
It is such a fantastic gift to see this beautiful being pass by. 
My heart dances with delight. 
She has no idea I am admiring her down below. 

Quickly, 
I decide I will run out onto my balcony and cheer her on and tell her how much I enjoy her walking by and singing; praising her beautiful spirit; sending love … 

She is passing by as I move around the corner for the door. 
Fumbling with the lock. 
My heart is racing. 
I open the door and rush to the railing. 

She has just passed my line of direct sight and is walking further from me now. 
I start clapping. My happiness overwhelms me and I begin shouting, “Bravo!” and “Woohoo!” 
Hoping she will turn to see me. 

She does not. 
I continue to cheer and clap as she walks away. 
My heart is bursting with joy. 

I slowly stop my cheering and then clapping. 
I smile with my whole face as I turn towards the house, getting a kick out of the silly notion that I just sent all of that love to her and she has no idea. She will never know.