The Feel Good Idea Of The Day: Dance in Sun

See me here, see my silhouette.  Moving across the grassland, my shadow sways.  A posture, expansive like the sun.  There is beauty in shadow, and secrets that may desire to dance.  We can sculpt our shadows into who we want to be, like a mirror that shows us our reflection.  Shadows are more whimsical than a mirror.  Shadows of ourselves are rough sketches, like cartoons, they portray a likeness of who we are.  When I look at this picture, I see myself, but I'm a ballet dancer or a fairy sprite with my arms up high in exhalation, my back slightly arched, while my hands cradle the camera.


 

If the picture could speak...

 

It was a beautiful day, remnants of old tools, the kind working men used to depend upon laid scattered on the ground.  People, some traveling from faraway, were walking and rooting around.  They find interest and beauty in the old things, they see value in a place that others have walked away from.  Why she danced, I don't know.  I would like to think it was a celebration of some kind, an appreciation for being in the open field.  I'll remember her this way.