I Didn’t Care Much

Unforced Movement
Moving without trying to improve anything.

I couldn’t decide before I left.

Headphones or not.

If I did, music, a podcast, something else.

I stood there for a second, then put them on.

Let Siri choose something.

Mostly because I had them.

The trail was still closed.

So I walked along the street instead.

Past cars. Houses. People somewhere behind windows.

I thought I wanted to be around people more than usual.

But I didn’t really pass anyone.

Just movement. Noise. Distance.

At some point, I started moving differently.

Not just walking.

Something closer to dancing.

Some of it obvious.

The kind of movement someone driving by could notice.

Some of it harder to define.

Just small shifts. Timing. Rhythm.

I was mouthing the words to songs I knew.

Not thinking about it.

Just doing it.

I only remember noticing one thing.

A small solar piece in someone’s yard.

A propeller turning in the light.

It stayed there for a second.

Then I kept moving.

The rest of it wasn’t visual.

It was how it felt.

Light.

Loose.

Fun in a way I don’t usually allow.

At one point I wondered if anyone was watching.

I didn’t seem to care much.

That felt different.

I kept moving like that.

Not trying to look normal.

Not trying to do it right.

Just letting whatever showed up keep going.

I really enjoyed it.

I might do it again.