To Dance With Eyes Closed

Not the light and fluffy dance she usually performs. Not cotton candy or just baked meringue. This was something else. It came from deep inside her. A place I didn’t know a three year old could reach.

For a moment I was stunned, but in my obsessive way, managed to grab my camera, switched it on while still watching, now not from the side but full on her, wanting to catch every moment. I clicked a few times, hoped I captured the intensity of her face, the scrunched up look of her eyes, the pursed lips singing that song…is it the words of ‘The Cave’ by Mumford and Sons. Again, she surprises me.