Under certain conditions, I’m a dangerous woman.
Start with a little sun after a drawn-out deluge, dress in cute summer attire, add a little dancing and me without my glasses – these were this week’s ingredients.
It’s like this: It rained for days, for weeks without end. It was as if we would drown, as if the city might swim away. So when the sky suddenly opened into sunshine, I cannot tell you how miraculous it felt.
LAAAAA! The sun! Revelers enjoying some rays.
We skipped over spring fever and headed straight to summer. Life is beautiful again.
I went to dance class on Tuesday as I do; it’s my favorite time of the week. With the majority of my life spent sitting and struggling over words, the chance to move and express myself in a totally different way feels like freedom. Dancing is a saving grace.
After class it was still light outside – after 9 PM!
I don’t know if it’s all that rolling around and sweating and shaking it to good music, but I’m always much looser after class. Maybe too loose. I still have the songs in my head and sometimes I unwittingly break into a dance shuffle on the street. I try to keep it under wraps (conform to societal norms, Sion!), but I guess I’m not that much of a conformist.
So I’m walking up my block and I kind of throw my head back and arc my arms behind me; one of my involuntary improv moves.
Up ahead a man in a sky blue shirt does a double and then a triple take as he crosses the street. I smile because I realize – oh yeah, that probably looked kind of weird, huh?
But so now I’m smiling at him and he’s really like, what? (quadruple take!)
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