Energy swirls, swirls, swirls. All around it rises and crescendos and falls. Like a song it sings itself into our hearts, around our busy pumping aortas, into the lively steps of the cells.
Aren’t we humbled by energy’s dance? When we know she rises and falls, rises and falls. No up exists without a down. No down stumbles without a rise. We breathe in; we breathe out. Life breathes us.
Tears spark inside my eyes, like matches. Someone tries to kindle a fire. I want to dance breathless with cold through the snowbanks, in the snowbanks, around the snowbanks. Yet they loom too deep.
Do we wait forever inside the basement door, peering out, or shall we join hands and plunge into the cold? You go first. I’ll follow.