How the 5th Hungarian Dance Taught Me How to Move in the World

How the 5th Hungarian Dance Taught Me How to Move in the World by Anastasia Spyromitrou

Listening to the music I close my eyes and dream. I hear the melodious violins as I stumble through the almond orchard. The fuchsia blossoms caress the bashful chords. Little rebel notes escape the wooden prison and wriggle towards the sleepy raspberry bushes. Amber nightingales and flashy goldfinches flutter around challenging them to a race. They rush between the trotting horses and slide through the heartening caterpillars, they swing around the scolding ducklings and twist among the passive sheep. they whirl and twirl till the fireflies and the dragonflies flutter along all together dancing.

And I wonder Why walk when I can dance ? And from that moment I do not walk, but dance through life on tiptoes that twist to the beat of my own drum.