And she danced!
My sweet Emma came home looking at Pandora Radio, trying to find Blue Jupiter. We couldn't find it, but made a station called "acapella."
Moments are fragile and fleeting and eventually interrupted. But, for that time...the wound-up-tight, perfectionist, list-making, just-trying-so-very-hard me was free and beautiful and graceful and light and caught up in something wholly out of my head and in the flow.
Well, take my breath away, let it wash all over us,
let it swirl and swell and sweep me right up...
...up and back...back to when I was a teenager...back in my bedroom...drapes drawn, door closed, dancing and dancing and dancing.
Accidentally, I found a moment...a moment for me...3 minutes and 58 seconds actually.
And I danced...
...I danced like no one was watching.
(Creative EveryDay/Flickr Project 365 photo for 2/2/2010)
I could cry!
And, I highly recommend Penn Masala's On Detours!
