The other day I spotted a possum strolling down 2nd street on the sidewalk. You know, just strollin' like he owned the city.
Lately, I like late nights, loud music, lattes, long runs, and dancing. Oh...zeeee dancing.
The tap, turn,
and follow through
spin.
Promanade
while the floor slides
and the dizzy lights
dance across
waves of heat and
beat.
I was beat. Erin and I along with some new friends went contra dancing last night. Couples in thier forties and fifties were outdancing us. Intense. And some of the more dedicated ones have been doing such recreation for over twenty years. Amazing.
It's the first Father's Day that I haven't spent with my dad.
1 comment:
nice post.
i hope we get to go dancing again sometime :)
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