today, i found a ring. a glow ring to be specific. it was old. and cracked. the strap that normally goes around the finger was gone. yet when i turned it on, a faint glow persisted. after all this time.
i never was able to dance. though i did pretend.
in, probably third grade, i somehow stumbled across "light dances". maybe i made them up. maybe the idea sprouted from fireworks in the night sky. or blurred lights in the dark. who knows really.
i would spend hours preparing the shows. rehearsing. planning. practicing. perfecting...
i was obsessed. well, kinda at least.
i don't know why i loved them so much. but looking back now, maybe it was because i could dance in the dark.
maybe it was because spinning in the dark the problems melted away. and the only things left were the lights that blurred together.