I didn’t start with a particular dance in mind – it just seemed full of movement. Maybe there are tam-tams playing – that seems about right 🙂 a park, and tam-tams… summer’s end…
UPDATE: New summers-end poem from Tom – thanks!!
For we who dance at summer’s end will sway to beats that pulse and bend along the geodesic line toward the equinocal time where darkness balances the light: this long day wanes, encroaching night extends its fingers up the sky but still we dance, though winter’s nigh!
OK that’s a terrible pun but I couldn’t resist. Remember that the island folk had a Celtic sounding name and then there they were dancing… so the highland fling came to mind… and yes, they’re out walking their birds. Not sure why… Hopefully Tom can help with that when he sends in the next poetic segment!
UPDATE: POETRY ABOUNDS – CHECK COMMENTS!
I have added a category for the “what if” series so if you’re just starting, you can click on it to see all of them without distractions and for maximum amusement value – check the comments!
Following up last week’s theme of celebrating the last beautiful days of summer… this long weekend has been lovely, sunny and warm. I went to the mountain every morning for tai chi. Even fairly early, the park was mildly busy with other people who also seemed to be savouring the fine weather with an eye to the cold which will come before too long – joggers, dog walkers, parents and children watching the fish or the ducks… a pleasant scene! By the monument on the other side of the mountain, I’m sure the beat goes on.