Flights of Fancy

there's something fancy everyday.
was on the train on the way to work and stood next to this lady.
her hairdo made me think of ff words -- coiffed, bouffant. and then i think i got hungry, so, stroganoff. and then boeuf. boeuf doesn't really count though it fits the random hair-beef theme.
there'd also be someone who'd blast upbeat maroon 5 or jessie j just to kickstart the morning.

though it's not always music; the train was filled with a chorus of coughs today, albeit a mild distraction from Atlas Shrugged that had me captivated for sometime.

somehow invigorated by the run the day before with my colleagues, i took sprightly steps towards the office, eager to run up the flight of stairs.

fly away, fly away, breath