Out of Sight [Piper & Elise]

"Everything in the universe has a rhythm."

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Kindness. For many years, I've found that to be one of my core values. If you can't compliment someone when there's something you like about them or about what they're doing, you're doing something wrong, in my opinion. I feel that you should speak your mind, but always try to be gentle if you can, and if possible, being friendly and positive is even better.

A simple compliment or kind smile can make someone's day. Holding the door for someone can make that person feel just that little bit better, and any sort of kind gesture is worth making, is what I say.

I spend a lot of my time in the District Square, or in the park that's nearby to my house. During my time there, I often observe what others do, whether that be sitting on a bench and reading or painting a picture of what they see in front of them. If I see the opportunity to strike up polite conversation, I often do it.

Perhaps I've read the book that the someone is reading, or the cover strikes my interest and I decide to ask them about it. Maybe the person painting a picture is doing a beautiful job with their piece, and I decide to let them know. I feel that people should know when people notice nice things about them, or when something they're doing is interesting. I'd want to know if someone felt that way about me, after all.

Today, I ventured somewhere a little different than the park or the District Square, though. I had decided to explore the District a little more than usual, and upon doing so, I heard something. At first, I couldn't tell what the sound was. Upon moving closer to it, however, I realized, it was music. There was the sound of a guitar, and someone's voice, singing- beautiful singing. It made a smile spread across my lips. It was then that I knew I had to express to the person creating this music that the sounds they made brought me joy.

As I approached closer to the source of the music, however, it stopped for a moment. I stopped walking, too, listening to see if I could hear it start up again.

Then, I heard it- the light strumming of a guitar, very close by, in a small, secluded den. I quietly approached the entrance to the den, and stood there for a moment with a light smile before I spoke to the girl seated on the ground with her guitar. She was a pretty girl, looking to be around my age and with dark curls, somewhat similar to my own.

"I hope I'm not interrupting, but your music is beautiful. Thank you for playing such a beautiful song." I told her this with a kind and gentle voice, hoping she wouldn't be alarmed by my presence.

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"Everything dances."

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