A brief moment on a San Francisco sidewalk reminds Richard Swerdlow the joy of dancing like no one is watching.
It was noon in San Francisco's financial district, and office workers were streaming out of skyscrapers for lunch. I stood on a corner waiting for the stoplight.
But not everyone on the corner was waiting to cross the street. There among the lunchtime crowd, a street musician was playing jazz on a saxophone. I was enjoying the sunny afternoon, jazzy music and urban vibe, when I noticed the lady next to me was also enjoying the music.
She sure didn't look like a jazz aficionado - plainly dressed woman in her 60's - not cool, young, or thin, gray hair in a bun. From the looks of her, she worked in an office, and didn't hang out in trendy music clubs. But don't judge a book by its cover - this cat could boogie.
She gave the sax player a delighted smile and burst into an impromptu dance, clapping her hands, swinging and swirling her office-appropriate brown skirt. The grinning busker picked up the tempo and she twirled and high-stepped all over the sidewalk. The light turned green, and she crossed with the crowd and disappeared.