The Happy Dancing Lady on the Bike Path
There is an old woman I often see on the bike path next to the beach. She is tan and wrinkled, with curly blonde hair sticking up around her visor. She is always wearing a headset and carrying some sort of iPod.
The best part about seeing her is that she is always dancing. That's right. She dances down the bike path. She doesn't walk, she doesn't run. She dances. She is always smiling and having a fantastic time.
I saw her today and waved, and she smiled back at me a big, toothy, happy smile. She's not worried about what people think about her. She's just being herself. We should all be a little more like her.