It's the morning after the night before.
It is too early.
The sunshine and silence outside are perfect. Still. Sharp.
There is no noise, the children are elsewhere.
There is no noise, no huffy breathing, no bed-clambering, no Daddy Pig oinks.
My heels have blisters. My face is hot and puffy. My all-over body ache, that I sometimes allow myself quietly to call fibromyalgia, is peaking.
And once again, it all feels good.
We were dancing again, last night.
We booked ourselves a dancefloor and a DJ and we asked our friends to join us, so that we - I - could dance.
And this time, this time, was the time I cried tears of relief that I could do it, and tears of joy at simply moving, and tears of gratitude for a future that holds more dancing.
Thank you, once again, to my collaborators, accomplices, and facilitators.
I am truly grateful to everyone of you.
And truly lucky.
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