Fort Worth’s wrapped in midnight—
   clouds crowded like it’s closing time,

   thunder mumbling its complaints across the sky.

But Atlanta?
   Wide open.
   Sun out, easy-breezy.

   Another day, another soft landing.

I’m here in the gloom,
   meeting stacked on meeting,
   lights flickering through midday rain—

   streetlights confused, wondering if they overslept.

Then, out of nowhere—
   *Ding!*
   a song lands in my inbox:

   “Dancin’ in the Moonlight“

A sunny song from sunnier skies.
   A smile you sent in musical form.

Suddenly—
   my side of the screen gets brighter,
   tapping along,
   shoulders startin’ to sway in the half-light…

   clouds rearrangin’ their mood, the whole afternoon rewritten.

Now the streetlights don’t seem so strange—
   maybe they’re just setting the mood,
   creating a dance floor under dark skies,

   for a little midday moonlight dance.

You there.
Me here.
Different skies.
Same rhythm.
Just dancin’.