Dancing

Dancing... I have never really tried it before, maybe a little when i was a kid, but anything in a group or with others around was am absolute No Go in my life. Until tonight. Several friends were die hard set on going "Barn dancin" Country music, get up and all. So here we came a bunch of awkward college students observing for the first time what "country" is. And wow... it was very eye opening.

When we first filled into the "barn" - more of a shed with a tin roof and saw the hazy lights and general noise of it all- i have to admit I shrunk a little on the inside. 

"Heathen Hole!" my brain screamed as I mazed my way  through the chairs and groups of people. I look a slow deep breath in, No cigarette  smoke, no alcohol, that must be good for something I reasoned as my eyes adjusted. 

As the music started playing and people started lining up to follow each other in their rhythmical movements, I started to relax. 

Right, Right, Back, Back, Forward, Back, Spin, Right... the movement became easier with practice. Slowly I got my "sea legs" and started enjoying myself. Some songs were fast, others slower (skipped out on pretty much all the slow ones), song after song only led to an increase in both laughter and smiles as we stumbled to get our feet in cadence with the rest. 

At one point we wondered out side to catch some fresh air and the stars were AMAZING - bright and twinkling - ah! absolutely breath taking :) 

Really did have a great evening. (and an amazing day as well) but i have several big tests that desperately need attention... 

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
John Dryden