Slow Dance

      I watch them in passing, marvel at their efficiency and grace, revel in the art shown beautiful that's unfolding before my very eyes.

       I see the movements that both inspire and stir envy within. How do I do that: own the paces that change and meet the shifting landscapes effortlessly? How do I do that as I age, even with the slow dance I find myself moving in?

        I continue to watch. Here, then there as they make the adjustments of seasons in life an exciting adventure, even a time of joy rather than dread. The slow dance they take. The rhythms of each breath met and they don't stop, they merely adjust their speed and approach. They don't pause never to hit the play button of living, they simply keep watching and moving forward as they embrace the scenes they are given. No extended stress, no delay, only life; living through the slow dance....one I'm learning to move in even without knowing the rhythm I need beforehand to do so with excellence.

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Sidenote About The Above Piece: This Nonfiction piece was inspired a short animated movie (a Pixar I believe) that inspired this thought process (I forget which what it's called; my apologies). 



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