I Dance

The wind whistles through my hair.

It feels light, and tousling, and although it blows in my face, my eyes don't water, nor my face sting.  My hair fans out behind me, every strand being blown by the wind, every strand dancing its own dance.

And I dance, too.  My arms lift upwards, softly, elegantly.  They join in the dance of my hair, and the dance of the wind.  They move up and down, left and right, sometimes mirroring each other, sometimes each doing their own thing.  My legs stretch and flex, knees sometimes bending, other times straightening and letting me jump into the air.  My feet are constantly raised, and I move about only on the balls of my feet.  They move lightly, going wherever they fancy.

I dance, all of me.  My hair, my arms, my legs, feet and body, all rippling and twirling, as one with the wind.

My feet jump nimbly across the blue surface of the water, sometimes small steps, sometimes huge leaps, but never staying in one place for long.  I see myself reflected, and I see ripples coming out from where I step, but I do not drop…I do not sink.

Soft cloth caresses my body, cool and light.  Sky blue lengths of chiffon wrap around me loosely in a dress, joining with my dance, flowing, rippling with the wind.  The pieces spiralling around my arms carry on their movements, multiplying them, extending them.  A long trailing skirt, far from impeding me, joins with my movements, fluttering lightly behind me.  A long scarf, still of the same material, streams out behind me, far longer than any of the others.  It is only draped around the front of my neck, and yet it stays on, no matter what movements I make.

And so I dance, entrancingly, elegantly, never wearily.  I spin, and all the blue chiffon creates a whirlwind around me, surrounding me.

The wind dances, and I dance with it.  Fresh, invigorated.  I dance in the wind, on the water, under the sky.

I feel free, loose.  I feel as though I could do whatever I want.  I feel happy.

I dance with my freedom, letting the dance do whatever it wishes.

This must be a dream.

I could never be this free.