“Silence” she
shouted at thin air as she began to dance without a partner or for that matter,
music. Round and round she went sliding her bare feet across the frozen ground
of February, yet she showed no sign of feeling anything but the song in her head
that moved her feet. I took my coat off and wrapped it around her as she now
stood frozen in another personal moment only she could feel. “It’s ok now “I
assured her as we began the walk back to the house on the same worn path I use
to take as a child on my way to make believe and fantasy.www.facebook.com/mikeoconnor-author
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