The first person was a skinny guy in his early thirties. He was dressed in a gray jumpsuit and had traces of dried paint on his hands. He wore a hat and had long and curly hair. A backpack was hanging on his left shoulder and he had some fake Vans on his feet, the exact same color as mine. Hes eyes were sad and insanely blue.
The second person was a lady dressed in layers and layers of fabric. She looked a bit like a watermelon, a strong and proud and.. serious watermelon. To be honest, her appearance took my breath away.
The time was 06.45 am and a squirrel was chewing on a piece of pineapple. Things were very quiet with barely no traffic and that was when it happened.
She started singing.
The Circle of Life from the Lion King.
And I felt as if the world had stopped. It was so fucking beautiful that I can not even begin to explain.
She was just sitting there. Singing. And me and the other guy did not move. As if he was a zebra, I was an elephant and she was Rafiki standing on top of the Pride Rock.
The only thing missing was a little Simba in her arms.
She suddenly stopped and the magic disappeared as quick as it had arrived. We all split and got on different buses. Life was back to normal again - extremely grey and rainy and if anything: endless miles away from the African savannah.
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