Summer was settling in to being sublime. I forego the campfire to watch the bats wake up and then later the moon. The sky had dressed in lavender. That was when I was presented with my first dance. I was expecting theater not dancing, so it was a bit of a surprise. I felt shy about the invitation, it had been a long time since I had danced, plus, never like this. It did make me smile though, that first dance, even if I was timid and stiff and the whole affair lacked grace.Actually, I didn’t find my groove until one hot and lazy dog day under a waning moon along the banks of Dillon, pinned in by shiny P.O. and crunchy tan oak. I was just lounging, watching the day give in to the night, waiting for stars, when the dancers arrived. I always wait for the stars, maybe because of this is why I keep being asked to dance. Sitting in the near dark, captivated, it took me a while to join in. From the beginning I never really minded being asked, it just took me until now to really enjoy it. When I finally let go, when I finally freed myself from some hidden shyness I got my groove, and what a laugh…I mean whole hearted laugh.The dance steps went something like this: Stand, sit, or lean back, left or right. Arms whip out: straight up, horizontal, right arm, left arm, double right or double left. Observe closely. Wait for it. As your dance partners approach, follow their lead. Getting use to the multiple partners was a bit of a challenge but also half the fun. The real joy came once I got my rhythm synchronized with theirs.I could have looked at it as dodging. Suppose some would say that is what I was doing, dodging. Truth is, I was dancing, dancing in the dark with bats!
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