Dip and Twirl

The couple in the movie were conversing from  across the room, mostly in an agitated way.  They came together only because of some disgusting moment–like a hairball, of all things and then all was  forgotten and it was a moment in time, of a dance from the past and  a jitterbug moment hit the floor! 

OO I love that, tears formed  in my eyes and I remember those moments of fun etched in my own time. 

He was sweaty, working outside with his shirt off, moving plants from one side of the  yard to the other and his thirst elevates to a serious crescendo, he ascends the stairs, moving slowly across the deck.  

 Meanwhile the radio has been blasting away, the sound carrying through the house no matter where you are and some forgotten country singer is probably divorcing or  cavorting ,  loving and needing his heart away. 

The need of water is short of a coughing fit and then suddenly he grabs me and we’re off twirling and whirling around the tile floors in an forgotten state of hilarity and surprise.  Those moments are the best of times and the missed of times.  With fondness I will always remember and cherish them.  They weren’t planned and if they were it would have missed another kind of beat and taken away the spontaneity of the moment. 

Sweet Sweet dippity bee bop and musical notes floating around my head in an ecstasy and a fantasy of fun and memories and because of that, unless dementia robs me of them they’ll never be forgotten.