all the dancing
I woke up this morning strangely alert. Lighter, like some of me had fallen off in the night.
There’s Stevie Wonder and there’s Marvin Gaye, and there’s me dancing all over the place, sitting quite still in the recliner, a small oil palette and notebook on my lap.
“Is there enough coffee in the world?” was a question that came to mind amidst all that dancing. Poking my head up through a dream, I figure the answer is, “Probably.”