As I approached this new anomaly I couldn't help but notice how seamlessly it was dancing...
Flowing through the street like a land-based whirlpool with the elegance of a veteran ballerina
It's distressed white plastic tutu left drifting freely, spinning into a pirouette in spite of it's singular audience
A defiant **** between sidewalk blocks--It's simple presence, a larger then life statement
As if to say "Go on, try to stop my freedom! I'll just pirouette away!"
A short scribe from one of my travels. Enjoy.