dance #271, isaac
Thursday September 17, 2009
Isaac
7:00 p.m. A friend’s house in Montreal. Isaac, 13-month old, runs and runs and runs around the apartment, pulling his mother along. Energized, excited. His whole centre of gravity low and thrusting forward. One arm reaching ahead of him he leans into a space of possibility. Face full of light and giggles. A beautiful day. Sun, clouds, and chills. A couple leaves already fallen, red-green, and burning.