Two days ago, I watched 2 young teenagers, alone in a quiet corner of a park, learning to dance. They had their hands on each other’s shoulders; both were looking down at their feet, slowly determining the steps. Yesterday, while I waited at the clinic, I saw out the window a mother taking a cell phone call, spinning gently in a circle, round and round and round, as her 3 year old daughter held her other hand, skipping around her mom in a Maypole dance.

There is something very right in a world where children dance.

Remember that.

-dbd