The brisk 20 degree air encouraged you not to linger and lolligag on your way to your destination. Across campus, classes were passing as I headed to my voice lesson. My breath hung frozen about me and I ducked my head into my warm hood, tucking my chin below the snapped collar. I have always had a hard time breathing in the cold. I think I am allergic to cold air!
As I walked purposefully towards Cox Music hall, I could barely see past my black hood. Mostly I saw the feet of people around me, enough to stay out of the way. As I walked along hugging my music folder, I started to giggle a bit. The beat of the shoes of those walking by was quite rhythmic.
The tap tapping of spiked black high heels (how does she walk in those?), the firm bass clumping of rugged outdoors hiking boots, the tapping of loafers, the quiet thud of sneakers, the slapping of - yes - flip flops! all accompanied by the swish of winter coats and the rustle of the wind passing through the pine trees was a symphony all its own.
Some walked fast and hard, others slow and sloppy, some with irregular step. All were going somewhere and together created the community of marching band Latino rock country folk beat that pounded the pavement for a brief ten minutes until all the players settled into their next assignment of the day.
How interesting!
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