waiting for the dance to come around again
It’s a dance, and I could use a dance as my poor body stiffens over this winter of dormance. The great world out my window flaunts itself, moonsilvered and haunting, yet I stare at this mesmerizing screen, oblivious save for that small voice that whispers, ‘go!’
I would that voice were not so easy to ignore and so difficult to act upon, these days. It was not always so; not so long ago, the balance was reversed and my default was to walk on such nights. When magic called me, I would go, but now… I am ready for change.