You wonder what you look like, this middle aged woman, with round edges, wild hair, grey roots showing, walking shoes, bright yellow and blue shirt, dancing in the rain, in the middle of an empty park as the storm approaches. Arms to the sky, music only in your head.
You can’t look in, it’s been too long, away from big mirrors, dance schools, dance shoes.
All you know is that this is what happens when the dragon’s wings spread wide. You dance in the park. The country’s deluge is a blessing. No one is around, the floor is yours.
You give yourself to the goddess and receive her blessings, not caring one bit what you look like. You dance like no one is watching, but you secretly wish someone is.
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