I Want to Tango Under The Moon
Six Word Photo Story: Freestyle
Dance is Love. Tango is LIFE.
I was walking in a park in Dallas when I spotted this work of metal art.
I loved everything about the piece. The composition, the colors, and how the dancers’ heads came together to form an almost-heart.
Then I grew fanciful. I imagined the dancers waiting until the park was clear of humans. Until nightfall and the witching hour —
And now, it’s the witching hour — and SHOWTIME…
Mr. Top-Hat and Ms. Scarlet-Dress step off their handkerchief-sized dance floor and onto a vast grassy stage.
Then they swing into a tango. Round and round the park they go. Stepping cat-like — forward, sideways, and back. Accenting their fluidity with staccato turns.
The moon peering over the trees spotlights the dancers. The owls, possums, bats, and other nighttime creatures look up from foraging to gawp at the out-of-this-world performers.
Dance on…
Soon, too soon, the dawn chorus signals the coming of day. The tango artists whirl back into steel-pipe rigidity.
But, sometimes, the dancers are lost in the music only they can hear. They grow deaf to the songs of blackbirds and robins.
Now a clutch of joggers enters the park — an hour before dawn streaks the horizon. They jog past the metallic dance floor but fail to notice the missing dancers. They are focused on their Fitbits.
Meanwhile, in a secret, dark corner of the park, Mr. Top-Hat and Ms. Scarlet-Dress tango on...
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I liked this essay by Elder Taoist. The line that stayed with me was, “Belief is not the same as knowing.”
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