midsummer

- Because I have just learned how to "schedule" posts!!-

When the music has been going on long enough that it is only background, we stop moving.  We sit around the fire.  As the sky gets lighter and less predictable, we talk about rain.  We argue about what rain smells like, if not nothing.  We categorise different types of rain-smell, the rainsmellers attempting conversion of the skeptics.  The first train will be coming soon.  Some of us feel a second wind and start to sail back into the ebb and flow of the music.  Others, watching, find themselves even more tired.  Dancing looks effortless but for the heavy-limbed and light-headed, it is finally getting too cold.