On most every international dance day, I spend the day in the dance studio watching and dancing, sounds fitting right? Well, along with many other things, my dancing habits have changed this year with my transition to university and I wasn’t in the dance studio today.
But, that doesn’t mean I didn’t experience dance. Instead, today I watched the dancing that happens in my backyard. It’s 8:30 now, dusk. I’ve spent the past 20 minutes sitting on my back deck.
To the accompaniment of the crickets, birds, and occasional pheasant, I watched the trees as they swayed in the breeze, each branch taking a slightly different path. I watched the birds as they chased each other through the air, the most free and fun game of tag I’ve ever watched. I sat with my eyes closed and felt the wind dancing across my face, playfully moving the stray hairs that came loose from my ponytail. I watched the clouds as they rolled and moved across the sky, slowly coming closer and closer, until the dark mass was completely overhead. I watched the sun dance on the horizon as it said its last goodbye of the day.
The chill of late April is setting in as the sun recedes further below the horizon. The rain is just beginning to fall onto my keyboard. What a beautiful dance the raindrops do. Tonight was a beautiful reminder that dancing doesn’t have to happen in a studio or on stage, but that nature is always putting on a beautiful show if you only take the time to watch and listen.
Happy International Dance Day