Catching the Beat

A deep vibration caught my attention from the far side of the desk. I stepped over a notebook and hopped across to the wide windowsill. Down below, the street was packed with motion. Through the glass, a faint bass line from a car at the traffic light pulsed right into the soles of my sneakers. I leaned back against the window frame, crossed my arms, and tapped my toe in sync with the rhythm. The city outside moves fast, but it definitely has a groove.