November Gray
in the dark
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This morning it snowed. First, tiny flakes that could have changed to rain in an instant. Not so long after, they grew, turned into big, fat, heavy flakes that fell slowly to the ground. For the first time I saw that November gray. Not a shade of blue in the sky, instead, the color of stone. Cold stone that encloses us all in, stone that can make anyone just want to lay down and die.
A load of laundry and some dishes done in exchange for a few hours on the computer to catch up on my reading, and my writing friends. A few cigarettes and a longing for the lone beer in the refrigerator. The sneaking of a child's Halloween candy, and the planning of a midday nap before the Friday night performance. The dances are lovely, and the music just right. One dance piece features music by Nina Simone. In The Dark is exhillarating, and the onstage performance equally so. I never knew how much I enjoyed dance, especially intermixed with traditional ballet movements. Graceful, but underneath it all, hard work and determination.
This effortless ease to convey emotion is most difficult for me, except in words. Live and upclose I become a bumbling fool. I blush too easily. I'll turn away if you are interested in me. I don't work hard enough at communicating my needs and wants unless it's by tapping fingers on a keyboard and hitting submit. Submission is to be denied, rejected and ignored. Underneath it all, I fight against these wants and needs. It's always been this way. Unfortunately, it seems it always will be.
It's snowing again.
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A load of laundry and some dishes done in exchange for a few hours on the computer to catch up on my reading, and my writing friends. A few cigarettes and a longing for the lone beer in the refrigerator. The sneaking of a child's Halloween candy, and the planning of a midday nap before the Friday night performance. The dances are lovely, and the music just right. One dance piece features music by Nina Simone. In The Dark is exhillarating, and the onstage performance equally so. I never knew how much I enjoyed dance, especially intermixed with traditional ballet movements. Graceful, but underneath it all, hard work and determination.
This effortless ease to convey emotion is most difficult for me, except in words. Live and upclose I become a bumbling fool. I blush too easily. I'll turn away if you are interested in me. I don't work hard enough at communicating my needs and wants unless it's by tapping fingers on a keyboard and hitting submit. Submission is to be denied, rejected and ignored. Underneath it all, I fight against these wants and needs. It's always been this way. Unfortunately, it seems it always will be.
It's snowing again.
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