on my way to school, I see the same faces, with the same kind of weariness and resignation. wearing grey scarves and black coats, black shoes and black gloves. and i’m one of them. in the dense morning fog, hurrying through cold we seem like apparitions from a hitchcock movie. and the thing is… we don’t know. we don’t know how drab we look. no one smiles. ever. and
i we could do well with a big, broad smile and brilliant white teeth, chocolate skin and black, thick curls and some shimmying and wiggling and swaying, hips in white, baggy pants, a long red skirt embroidered with a golden thread, warm white sand under bare feet. dance. i miss a dance of summer.
he looks up in the naked branches of oak trees: “it’s right here. nature is one big perpetual dance. autumn dances with winter and winter with spring and trees dance and grasses too and the moon and the sun dance across the sky and waves dance with the ocean and fish with the waves and birds with the winds and our thoughts and words once thought, once uttered dance eternaly in the swirling vastness of the universe. he pulls me up and starts to murmur an all too familiar tune. his voice soft and smooth, like a wave of tall summer grasses. slowly we start to move, hand in hand, his hand resting lightly on my back. i’m melting like chocolate in a child’s hand.
and i realize it’s the stars shining. and it’s a fine night, a crisp night, a moony night, a hot chocolate drinking night and a night to be heavengoing. and this we’re doing….
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