I saw a Princess last night. All beautiful dress and regal bearing.
She held her father’s hand as she crossed the street, the whole while staring through the inky darkness, looking inquisitively at me.
I waved, and my lips curled into a gentle smile.
She looked for a minute, slowly smiled, and waved right back.
She bounced off, on her way to unknown adventures.
I was on cloud 9 the rest of the night.
Sometimes it’s the little things.