It hurts. I'm being wary of skipping the leg so that left foot is on the drop beat, but it's gotta happen. It's dominance was established long before institution told me that's the way it's supposed to be.
I was offered a pretty cool job after my explanations for why not to fear that scary sounding snake on the trail, around the bend. I've found that danger resides in reaction because you can't really, successfully, fault surprise.
Doctrinally or foundationally born, I'd like to participate with you as we pass one another. First, I'm going to feel it out. I am confident and adept. I've finally gotten to define my own Rules of Engagement. I'm a first strike smiler now. Any passive reaction warrants an add on and the moment is always fleeting. I'll wave, tip my cap, say pleasantries, maybe look directly into your eyes. The really good shit earns a conversation from all sides. I fear those with no reactions for they're either more focused or less human or both. We always survive our brief encounters, otherwise you wouldn't know it.
A child too young to ever remember that her Mother gave her a choice one day from an amazingly graceful place stumbles now so she might not have to later and I'm appreciative.
I find my own metaphor when walking barefooted in this shore at the tideline because, every time I look behind me, my footsteps are already forgotten and washed away.
That awkward Egret with their mohawk and feigned apprehensions will still snare their catch. I see myself there, in their funky ass walk. Good on you, peer.
And of all of these indiscernible things, well, I've found beauty in the maths I see everyday, but won't ever quite understand.
If you practice until you fail less, you can never lose. And if you point out a gorgeous scallop to a sea searching kid, it will be appreciated in a way that is impossible to forget.
