The music begins and I look into his eyes. I don’t know him personally, but I know that he’s here for the same reason I am: to dance. The rhythm of banjo flows into my ears and down to my feet. For three minutes, my partner and I are the only people in the room. My dress flies higher and higher as I twirl around the room, adding my own steps to the caller’s instructions. The music ends. A rising murmur of voices thank their partners for the dance, just as I do mine. I think to myself how much I love contra dancing as I accept another offer to dance. The music begins and I look into his eyes.
(*I had an idea long ago to record moments of my favorite places and activities. I am starting this “series” off solo, but eventually would love to feature other people’s moments as well. I think it is a fun way of seeing things from another person’s unique perspective!)
brown.sarahanne 