[ Today was... a good day. Tiring, still, and yet she was restless all the same. It was late, and she was glad for the warm evening. She moved slowly through the streets, taking the long way around, enjoying the summer breeze as it shifted the light fabric of her colorful dress.
(Bowling plans be damned, she was determined to look stylish tonight, because it had been some time since she dressed up!)
Her headset and earpiece are both tucked into the top of her purse, too, which she has clasped behind her back as she moved, eyes locked skyward. Ah, the stars. She tries not to watch them too much, because it just brings up dreams of home, but she can't help it tonight.
--she's also humming a familiar song from home, for much the same reason. Her head was so far in the clouds she might as well be flying. ]