So, let us not feel guilty for taking time away from work, taking time to diversify our experiences, time to gestate. Our own spring seasons will be all the more abundant and inspired as a result
Improvise!
The Calling of Dance
Moon Beam Rider
Throughout the night, while he sleeps, his hands play nocturnes. Music spun from dreams, stretching from his fingers, light then shadow, moonbeams dancing in the branches of trees. […] Their undulations swim toward her and silver the dark, like those tiny bells the moon rings over ripples on a lake.
From Nocturnes, by Charles Levendosky