hmmm...
A thing that I've been meaning to write since SparkCon last weekend, based on something I saw... also a good way to just emote. It's been a rollercoaster two days...
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Bodies in motion, dancing, twisting and turning in a pack; so many different movements but all to the same beat. Moving without care, free as birds, they fly on the ground under a brilliant blue sky. The drummers keep them in time, pounding out a rhythm that moves the ground and the bodies around them. Everything moves to this tribal beat, the simple movements fill with joy at being alive, of being in motion with barely a care in the world but what the drummers will play next. A scene old as time, transposed onto this modern city street...
There is a flash of red. Near the center of the street, a woman dances, all in red, her long skirt swirling around her feet. She turns, moving in a slow but sure circle, her body moving slowly, in that beautiful, sinuous way, alluring and fascinating like a snake. Like the original, the temptress snake, luring me in. I cannot look away; she stands out, the brightest spot in a whirling mass of color and life.
I want to join them, driven by a strange euphoria brought on by the sight. I want to, but what would I be in that crowd of beautiful dancers? Only a small, barely moving, dull spot of brown and black. Too scared to move, the adrenaline brought on by the excitement making me shake as I continue to stand in place, watching. Always watching, just on the fringe...
The drummers stop, and the spell over me breaks with them. I breathe again, almost exhausted from merely watching, and turn to leave.
Then, a flash of red again, passing right before my eyes. The woman passes me, and before I can stop myself, I call out to her. The words leave me in a rush, simplifying the emotions running through me to a simple sentence.
She smiles, and says something back. An invitation, to an event later that week. I nod and thank her, and she leaves, still a bright spot in my mind even after leaving my vision.
"Wednesday, 6-8, in the park..."
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Bodies in motion, dancing, twisting and turning in a pack; so many different movements but all to the same beat. Moving without care, free as birds, they fly on the ground under a brilliant blue sky. The drummers keep them in time, pounding out a rhythm that moves the ground and the bodies around them. Everything moves to this tribal beat, the simple movements fill with joy at being alive, of being in motion with barely a care in the world but what the drummers will play next. A scene old as time, transposed onto this modern city street...
There is a flash of red. Near the center of the street, a woman dances, all in red, her long skirt swirling around her feet. She turns, moving in a slow but sure circle, her body moving slowly, in that beautiful, sinuous way, alluring and fascinating like a snake. Like the original, the temptress snake, luring me in. I cannot look away; she stands out, the brightest spot in a whirling mass of color and life.
I want to join them, driven by a strange euphoria brought on by the sight. I want to, but what would I be in that crowd of beautiful dancers? Only a small, barely moving, dull spot of brown and black. Too scared to move, the adrenaline brought on by the excitement making me shake as I continue to stand in place, watching. Always watching, just on the fringe...
The drummers stop, and the spell over me breaks with them. I breathe again, almost exhausted from merely watching, and turn to leave.
Then, a flash of red again, passing right before my eyes. The woman passes me, and before I can stop myself, I call out to her. The words leave me in a rush, simplifying the emotions running through me to a simple sentence.
She smiles, and says something back. An invitation, to an event later that week. I nod and thank her, and she leaves, still a bright spot in my mind even after leaving my vision.
"Wednesday, 6-8, in the park..."