Flaneur

By NickMog

Balance, equilibrium

As we talked, I bounced a tennis ball on the ground. With each bounce, there was a moment when the ball hung - caught between rising and falling - and could be plucked, weightless, from the air.
And there was a point when her trajectory brought her to my side and she lived, for an instant, by my side.

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