Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Winter Dance



The picture was taken with my new camera. If you blow it up real big, it won't be clear, but I still like it. I had to shut down all auto programs and go with totally manual settings. It's a long time since I did serious photography and this new toy is going to take some getting used to. I love it!
Anyway, I went back in and looked up this write. The moon made me think of it. I hope you enjoy it.

It’s funny how things remain the same. Most of the time, I think in terms of how things change, yet when you look, things do remain the same. I used to tell my 21 year old daughter that she would never be what she was not becoming. If you’re not moving that direction, you won’t get there. Most of the time it was about self discipline especially in relation to grades. Sometimes, it was about relationships.
Yet here I am 50 something and tonight, I was a girl - just for a moment.
Winter cold was never a deterrent for me and the out doors. Of course, there were the coats and mittens and hats and lined gloves that we ignore in Arkansas except on the coldest of days. But frequently, as a girl, I would venture out into the winter night just to dance in the moonlight with Orion. I was familiar with the legends and such, but I had my own ideas about the winter warrior. He was my secret admirer. He loved to watch me dance even in a coat and boots!
Tonight I walked out into the sunroom to look for something, and realized that the vents and shades were open. As I was closing a vent, I saw a star shining in and the strange squiggly lines the moonlight makes on the Lexan. After closing the vents and checking the settings on the stove, I stepped out into the cold winter moonlight. There he stood, spread across this winter sky and I remembered and began to dance. I dropped my disguise and though my dance was much slower, much shorter and less acrobatic, I danced with my heart.
I came in cold, shivering. I came in aware that my body is not 12. I came in a little melancholy. Yet I was smiling inside.
Some things never really change.

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