the lion pack traveling side by side, though not evenly; colliding shoulder to shoulder territorial and instinctual.
trying to tame the manes beneath logo-baring headgear, hoping to hide soulful eyes behind dark shades of plastic.
clothing loose to make up for skin too tight, laughter bouncing off cement and rubber sneaker soles.
that musky scent of male mingling with each individual mixture of hopes and dreams hits me in full force, leaving me at a standstill long after the last of you has passed me by.