Dancing in the Airport

I went to get a latte while we were waiting at the airport, and on the way to Starbucks, I came upon an impromptu band with a semi-circle of passengers watching and clapping.

The band looked like airport employees; I have no idea why they were playing. It was such infectious music, I started moving my hips, and before I knew it, I was dancing with the singer: "Spirit up, little darling;" So easy to move to Bob Marley. No photos; it's too hard to really dance and take photos. Anyway, I probably looked ridiculous. But I didn't care.

When I was out of breath, I picked up my purse and left to get my soy latte. By the time I came back, the band was gone. Did I imagine the whole thing?

Nope. I have two strings of Mardi Gras beads hanging round my neck, purple and green, that they gave me when I left. I'll wear them with pride.