The night stuck around like pictures stuck with glue, the dark clouds made for that perfect page from Lily's scrapbook. A restless chirping bird reminded of Agnes.
I remembered a night at the music concert of my favorite band. My little girls were dancing away in glory, in unbound happiness. If you have ever watched kids dance, you'll realize how their careless giggles, the endless feet tapping, how magically their body moves to the sound of music - absolutely crazy, which surprisingly takes you off to this happy, this really wonderful place, where you're doing nothing but gleaming at all the happiness around
Lily dancing around in circles, Agnes jostling and jumping and bumping , and both of them, it seemed were gleefully drunk in doing this.
So, i joined, been uptight all my life, i wasn't really the dancer. But these beautiful women accommodated me, taught me.
Taught me how to dance. Taught me how to be carelessly happy. How to forget about world for a while and dance away with people who take you to this happy place.
There were 10 people in that little concert. 7 it seemed stayed on earth. The other 3, quiet noticeably had made a trip to heaven and left some part of themselves back there and had traveled back.
I too in the middle of this cloudy night, made a trip to that little place in the head and relived it. They are both traveling and away from home - so im filling this emptiness with these rolls from head.
Click - the second one begins.
Hdk
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