Dance of the day in isolation
Dance of the day in isolation
Dance of the day this morning was performed after tai ch’i on my deck to part of Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A major. (Sometimes I do tai ch’i to music and there’s a bit of track left over if I go too fast, which is pretty often.)
I’m sure you also do a dance of the day in the privacy of your own home—right? Isolation has its upside: nobody’s watching.
I seem to write quite often about dancing these days. Stop me if I’m boring you.
Dance on lovely lady!
You do make me smile 😊
I do the weedy dance in the garden. I bend and pull, then stagger back to the house, hoping not to fall. Your kind of dance would be lots more fun.
That sounds glorious. Keep it up.
Relax: you could never be boring. On with the motley! (whatever that is!)
Gosh, Rachel, if I looked like your drawing when I danced I’d do it all the time.
You like the no-bones look, then 🙂
well covered bones in my case!
Thank goodness