Birth
-They dance in the cover of night. The star strewn sky glistening above them, sprinkling the lighter shades of dark and bestowing variation to their senses like an orchestral composition made to fill each moment and each silence. The light bounces about them and the world is transformed a thousand times as it becomes diffused. They dance without question. They dance without reason, but also because every possiblity exists in the steps they take together as well as those they awkwardly take in the moments when rhythm is lost. Were they to stop and question the purpose of their movement, […]