February

Late February day
The temperature just started to go up again
Little stroll through the town
Dusk
And city lights
The smell of fresh air
The closeness of water
And its calmness.
But wait.
A distant music.
Delicate chords of acoustic guitar
Accompanied by soft, warm female voice.
As I approach, I see people standing
Listening
Smiling
Enjoying
Coming to life,
Just like spring,
And I stand
Listen
Watch
And for a second
My thoughts travel
Travel high and above
The music
The people
The night.
As they travel
My eyes meet his
Across the bridge
Listening
Traveling
On their own
And just for a second
Surrounded by a warm blanket of music
Two strangers are no strangers at all.