Dancing by candelight

Summer sunshine just around the corner and the earth moving in waves of up and more up. So many tasks each attached to a million more like an avalanche each time. Simple beats push me through another night of managing my small ....miniscule ...even a spec of a business. Handwriting the hang tags with descriptions in twenty words or less of my time energy and work. Watching the fireplace warmth turn to ash, candles burn to empty wicks.
Wiping plants, organizing fabrics, setting up a window display for the world. Listening to the sounds of life, the silence of my own, and decorating things in a way I see fit. Someday when these days are far behind, I wonder what will I think then?
The beinging of another month.....Summer looming around the corner. Talk of grass trees and long dresses. Hiding under that weeping willow tree next to the lake.

Will I fall in love again there....do you ever fall out of love with places, memories or ideals. Do they just stay there, as they were waiting for you to check in on them from time to time. As the clouds coast over head and I make my way into the world each day wishing I could crank the hourhand back each minute. If only to stand against the flow to watch a moment I will never get back slip away.

Strands of ribbion, strips of silk, fabric dye finger tips, splashes of skin, dark eyes and red lipstick. We all walk beside some version of what should be.
So I dance in my studio/front room to long lost 90's rave music and try to not loose myself in greed envy disgust and lonliness. Focus on the grain of the fabrics, the sunbeams through the dust and the curl of long hair on the subway in the morning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64liF2VuLxI