It's a wonderful, summery sort of day, a day that invites one to laze and think and revel in the endless afternoon. Sunlight filters through the leaves of three sweet gum trees in my back yard to kiss the patio, which in turn supports the rhythmic fall of my feet. I am dancing. I smell the tang of sweat: perspiration coaxed from me by the sun, just as my dance is. In both cases I am more than happy to oblige him. (He is power. Life giver, comforter, day bringer, scorcher, sometimes torturer. ... read more