Dancing in my Head

dance of snow queenI spend most of my “at home” days in what most people consider silence.

Not real silence of course.

Is that even possible in today’s world?

There is always the hum of the refrigerator, the endless sigh of heated air through the vents, the whir of the laptop and the occasional warble of a happy bird piercing the windows.

At my house no unwatched TV chatters in the background and only rarely does music fill the air.

My brain works best with limited distraction.

A few weeks prior to Christmas, I tune Pandora to a holiday station to get into the spirit of the season.

Whenever I hear music from Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite I mentally go through the classical ballet steps that meld with the music:

Chasse,’ pas de bourre,’ glissade, assemble’, pirouette.

 In memory my body recalls the thrill of spritely ballet steps I can no longer execute.

I imagine myself dancing with fluid grace and perfect control.

For now, it’s enough.

Perhaps someday I will pirouette again.

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About Vic Cobb Fountain

Empowered Stroke survivor: appreciating where I've been, anticipating where I'm going.
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