positive

His eyes shone like a child's as he strode toward me. I couldn't help but look, though he may have thought it weird if he had noticed. So immersed in his thoughts was he, he didn't even realise. His face smiled without really doing so, and even his hair had the bounce of a shampoo commercial. In fact his entire gait seemed almost to be shot on hi-speed, though he knew it not. He passed me by, but my my gaze remained, transfixed- though now it moved to his body. The upright shoulders, full of purpose (or happy lack of it?), the scant stomach tucked in, and the legs. It was his strides that captivated me the most- bouncing along like a 4 year old, but not skipping foolishly. Then, his hands. His hands swung by him, then spread out in a wide embrace to the world and came down to meet each other in what sounds like a silly clap but was a beautiful signal of his buoyant mood.