Summer hooked her elbows over the railing, looking down at the ice rink at Rockefeller Plaza. It was busy enough, swirling with people bundled in coats and scarves, gloves and hats. She leaned back on her heels a little, rocking in time to the music in her earbuds, singing softly under her breath. Her long braids shone copper-bright in the westering sunlight against grey wool, wrapped loosely about her petite figure.

She grinned at the person next her, feeling good and wanting to share it.

I can’t walk through life
facing backwards
I have tried
tried more than once
to just make sure
that I was denied
the future I’ve been searching for
I spun around
and hurt no more