December 8, 2020

1:22pm, N Calvert Street and E 23rd Street, Baltimore, MD

Purple flowers drew me in. Mid-day dances are rare during the week. I used an errand run for work to find a site. I just don't want to do another night dance right now. The wind is cold and the sun is warm. It's hard to wake up these days. It's hard to get moving too. This dance is short and it feels loaded. Loaded with thoughtfulness, control, responsiveness... I think over this year I've let go of how these dances look more and more. Especially since they aren't performances their visual aesthetic may be less important. Work beckons or perhaps capitalism calls. Either way, I must trek onward. Day three hundred forty-three.