The Dance
21:07 Jun 27 2007
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As the music plays, hard and fast, the younger ones dance. At the height of life, emotional and full of vigor, they easily fit in to the swaying, swirling mass. The bright colours of capes and feathers, hats and skirt hems fly by, flashing in and out of the crowd.
Candlelight dances across the shining surfaces of rings and necklaces, gems and jewels, trinkets, baubles, and the twinkling eyes of a hundred smiling youths. The music slows. They take their places and slide into the graceful positions of this new dance.
The pattern takes form, merges, separates, seems to collide, twists, dips and swings away. Stately steps come faster now, then faster yet, keeping to the pattern. Add a step, add a twirl, till leaping bodies fill the room, feet barely touching the floor, then with a final flourish, the music stops. Breathless and gasping, they laugh. A moment of silent anticipation, and the music starts again. The dance goes on.
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