Learning the Waltz

Waltzing to Elvis

is not as graceful as the other Bridal waltz.

It's emotional. It's a story. It's interpretive. 

Waltzing to Elvis is something I've never seen before. 

And I'm hoping it leaves an impression. 

I wonder if Can't Help Falling in Love can by played by swift spanish guitar

Such a bizarre blending

beach, boho, latin, and Vera

The Waking

This evening's nap has left me with insomnia

I'm listening to beautiful songs that I'd forgotten about.
I've spent the past hour reading through old blog posts.
Most of them are sad, my writings are usually contemplative and melancholy.

Everything right now is happy though.
A sort of starchy happy, balanced just so.

Small things upset me, like Meowgi's fleas or bad hair days.
I'm taking a moment to be 'in the moment' for the first time that I can remember.
That must be happiness.

Gypsy dreams never disappear, but wandering habits can be shelved.