Dancing

Sometimes, all you need to do is dance. Get lost in dance. Understand in dance. Make no sense in dance.

Today, I danced. I danced alone, in my apartment, and Warden danced too (whenever I held a treat out for him!). I turned on the radio and listened to the Top 20 station, and I danced. I spun around in a circle and clapped my hands. I jiggied into the kitchen and drank a glass of milk. I danced through the commercial breaks. I danced as the same songs were played over and over again. I danced until I was soaking wet.

When I stopped, I felt like I'd done something important, even though all I did was stay inside and dance. I looked out the window and a kid said to another kid, "The sky, Thomas." He pointed upwards and I followed his finger. The sky was orange, red, and pink.

Thomas didn't seem to care. He looked up for a second and then ran down the street. The other kid followed soon afterwards. But I stared at the sky until it was dark out. Then I turned off the radio.