With cotton woven anklets adorned with wooden beads, I will dance barefoot on the cabin floor. The snow falls like the whistful pounce of my light blond hair. Caught between the world of winter and an indoor fireplace I prance around like the snowshoe rabbit outside my window. Sometimes one must just feel the beat of the world. Dancing to the hum of the wind as it hits my house is a simple joy of mine. Keeping rythem to a rhymeless sound is the best way to atune every aspect of one's spirit. And my soul- when jumping carelessly with the breeze is as full with happiness as any songbird at spring.
