I’d been there dozens of times within a pensive and longing crowd of kindred souls, but a cloudy memory blends it all together. We waited in gleeful expectation — a blissful mob.
My senses took over and made my skin involuntarily ripple as she launched from the stage, and my brain willed itself to freeze the next two hours for clearer future recall. With fierce admiration, I swiped at a tear during the piano solo and internally vowed to carry the moment away with me. We left with spirits renewed in a universal sisterhood, our ears ringing and hearts temporarily lightened.
That is the truth about love.
*writing prompts tear & ripple from Studio30Plus
