Sunday, 25 November 2018

One Tree Dances

One Tree Dances
There is always one that dances. It has been raining heavily as the spent clouds begin to open with cracks of light then sky, reflections begin to shimmer and looking up I see a grove of trees but one is dancing. There is always one who dances, even on a sidewalk with the staccato movement of the rushing crowd. There is always an individual legato movement, always one who moves with elegance and fluidity. Like the sidewalk dancer here in this November grove one tree performs a rapturous pirouette against the sky.

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