09.20.07
Dance of the Wind
The wind puffed my bedroom drapes into a petticoat… and they danced gracefully. A kind of waltz out of time… a waltz that even Strauss or Chopin would have been baffled with… perhaps a choreography from prehistoric earth… long before humans even learned to walk with elegance. The first sensual waltz of the flowers… the ancient prance at the zephyr ball that old weeping willows reminisce… the primordial dance that beautiful cypress hips swayed to… and today I witness it… dancing for time… dancing for life… dancing for hours… an ancient Casanova of nature, fawning over my drapes…
