dancing in the dark
Some time after midnight, the night of a scorching day. The air feels heavy and moist against my skin. It smells of ozone, of pale rye fields and fields of golden wheat, of grass and moon and of electricity. I read of JJ Cale’s death today and I’m listening to his music on my headphones out there in the dark, in the garden, with the moon rising white and silent between the firs. Its light casts my shadow on the garden wall, a black ghost woman in a swirling, twirling dress, arms above her head, hips moving in a rhythm as old as time, as fresh as each breath of air.
She dips and sways, she rocks and jumps. She’s going crazy in a frenzy of summer, seduction and sadness. I want to be her, even as I realize that I am. Her stark profile as she dances in the moonlight to music only she can hear stays with me as I return to the safety of the sleeping house.
Posted on July 28, 2013, in day-to-day and tagged JJ Cale, music, night music, stars, summer, summer evening, summer night, tribute. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
cresting the words 
Sounds like a moving experience.
I just love how one can stay outside for so very long in summer and it still feels okay, no jackets and scarves or other equipment needed, just the warm night air and yourself… 🙂
Your writing is so beautiful and it’s a tease 🙂 because I’m waiting to see that it’s an excerpt to a new book you’re going to have published. Wonderful to have you back Sis ♥
… no book, just a glimpse of a moment in time. 🙂
Thanks! It’s really good to be back and to be connected once more.
How about you write more moments and put them together. i dunno maybe in a book format lol 😀
Great to have you back ♥