I've had a weekend soaked in loveliness.
Movies about the Ballet,
who knew what those dancers endure to bring such beauty to the stage?
All the windows in the attic are open.
We are letting the room breathe out.
Letting seventeen moments of Spring in.
At least,
that is the desire.
The wish for things to live again,
dance from the dark night of the earth.
Encase the memories of pink satin ribbons
that have tied around our hearts forever.
Dance to the promise that a new season brings.
Let the afternoon winter light fascinate us.
Always.
If your heart desires,
you can see those movies here
and here
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