It feels neglected, this dance. Unpracticed.
I'm teaching the steps of a forgotten Waltz. We practice, we laugh, we share gazes that turn into wondering stares. I dream of our days to come, precious moments to clutch. I wonder where he goes as we stare and share breath. The world glistens with the newness of building a great love, a connection... a new home.
Every session is a gift with him, no agenda, no timeline. It's different this time, I really try to just savor each day and every second with his accepting eyes. He is curious and brave, shy and quiet.
As we practice, rhythm finds us. In those moments the world ceases to exist and we bask in joy.
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