My last few days have been filled with late in the day breakfast dates, leisurely coffee filled afternoons, bike riding adventures that included wine, and impromptu dance sessions in seedy East Van bars.
Today at school, three hours into my drawing class, I scribbled down this button. Sometimes even the most engaging of art classes can be a little much late on a Monday night.
I left this button on the make shift bed that has existed in the centre of my living room for the past two months. One of my best friends has been a welcome addition to our home since returning from a year long stint in Europe. Europe has changed him. The boy can now dance!...both in the kitchen at breakfast time, and into the early morning this past Saturday night. Love you Dunc.
2 comments:
dancing is a celebration of life,
when the music moves through us and were are moved, we feel the joy in celebration of the body kinetic.
Oh baby I heart you like no ones business.
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