Autumn 1868 – The Laughter of Insects

 

As we danced, the moon rose, wide and orange in the darkening sky. The rhythm of the drums mixed with the trill of the pipes and became a single sound. The stiffness in my joints relaxed; I felt each muscle of each leg and each arm and none of them gave pain. Feet touched earth in unison. Our bodies turned about, not touching, like fish weightlessly chasing each other through the open sea. The tears finally came.