"I fell in love with her when I was three, the first time she grabbed my hands and tried to teach me the steps to a line dance. It was a kaleidoscope of color and sensation; her swirling skirt made of scraps of colorful fabric, her browned bare feet and arms going around and around, her smile and the big, smacking kiss she planted on my mouth when the music finally stopped. A hug and she moved off to dance with her wife. I stood there watching her, the music pounding in my chest, until an adult pulled me off the dance floor to keep me from being trampled by big bodies laughing and swinging madly about to the screaming noise they called dance music. "
very pleased, Frog said to herself. now, off to the gym we go.
Update: Oddly enough, the gym did not lift my spirits today. The blah mood went away while I was working out, but it resurfaced in the car on the ride home. Normally the gym trip solves it. Of course, I skimped on my weights after 12 days off. That could be it. Or it could be exhaustion, PMS, or not writing. I just wish it weren't so pervasive.