I raise the ceramic white mug to my lips. My fingers intertwined through the handle and the steam bouncing off of my lips. I feel a chill, rush down my spine as I take a smooth and gentle sip. I feel my eyes softly close, my eyelashes fluttering like that of the wings of a hummingbird. A comforting sigh breaks through the silence of my lips and disperses into the air, following gracefully along with the steam. A wave of music collides into my skin along with the current of the breeze. It is rather alarming. I feel it wrapping around  me, almost pulling me up from right out of my chair. I feel my self standing up onto my stalky legs, wearing shoes that are pinching my toes and are rather uncomfortable, however they are socially impeccable. I start to feel myself stepping softly, heel toe, heel toe. Curiosity was consuming my body as if I were in a cocoon. The more i walked, the louder and more entrancing it became. I hear the ringing of a saxophone, making the environment thick with jazz. I trace my eyes upward from the ground and see people filling the streets. They all seem to have come for the jazz. Bodies were prancing around on their toes and spinning with grace. Such joy was surrounding me and a blast of warmth and comfort rose from my toes to my hair. This is where I find my peace, this is where I find myself, I say to myself as I kick off my painfully uncomfortable shoes, and join in on the foolishness of the streets, prancing around to the smooth jazz without having a single care in the world.