dance #92, billowing

Monday March 23, 2009

Billowing

11:10 p.m. A five minute moving observation of the dance unfolding from the smoke stack visible from my bedroom window. Irridescent against the blue-black night sky. The wind must be still. The smoke billows and rises. Bodies form and deform and dissipate. I watch and try to feel. First the rush of the gasses racing out of the chimney flue. Then feeling the lightness and dissipation of the cloud formations. The dance happening out there is more interesting than the movements I play with in my own body. Alice is chatty. It was a cold, cold bright day. And a chilling night for bodies already attuned to the warming sun.

~ by nmyers on March 23, 2009.