blurring, breathing
a gasp, a breath, a held-in moment, the pause of the in right before the out... that certain nothing-- a stillness that sits in the rush of everything.
While dancing with a few beloveds, this little inhale was caught. I like the whir of it all. We’re all on our way somewhere, eyes closed, going by feel. Even though days, years have gone by, we’ll always be suspended here a few inches off the floor, listening, swimming in the air.
Thanks for the dancing: Mindy Upin, Virginia Munday, Alexa Weir & Holly Colino Thanks for the costumes: Paula Davis Thanks for the photo: Dave Cheng