Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Shadow Dancing

This was one of those magical moments. For there, dancing on my wall, where they felt they were free from prying eyes: joyous shadows, leaping, swirling, moving.  The music they move to is in the wind, the sun and the clouds; too high for the human ear to hear clearly.  But if you stand, silent and still, if you listen carefully you can catch a snatch of song.  You can bear witness to the dance.

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