Brilliant red dress. Dark ringlets falling on strong, broad shoulders.
Passion dripping as she snaps two fingers and motions for a moment.
Humor is discovered in the unexpected.
Big lifts and fancy flourishes.
An alchemy of repetition and improvisation.
A battle cry for attention,
perhaps.
Yet, as always, it is in what the eye does not see. It is in the time that oozed, uncaptured and not documented - forever free to roam among that mystery realm between fact and fiction, between here and there. Between now and all the years that came before spent building trust. Now, like water, it flows under a bridge and, in a mere flash of a second, your eyes catch a floating reed, plump, squishy and out of place. The judgment flares.
Nonetheless, what remains is still there..
a relationship.
A dance between too perfectly flawed human beings.
His strength helped to propel and lift her out of an anxious depression.
Her willingness to let go fuels a dynamic tension.
Surrender feeds a mutual fire.
And, friendship burns...
