November 11, 2020

7:33am, Park Avenue and Druid Park Lake Drive, Baltimore, MD

This is the earliest daily dance I've mad all year and by several hours. I am feeling tender and emotional. It's supposed to rain all day. Jack spent the night at the vet; he is very sick. The church that I danced in front of has a loud beep that goes off when you are in front of a sensor for too long. I was in front of that sensor. Starting the dance just happened. It felt easy to sink into it but it hardly felt exciting or interesting. This week and last week have brought on some stressful situations. Another bus goes past, the second one since I started writing. I won't know Jack's outcomes until later today. My heart feels stalled, captured between hope and grief. It's too warm for this time of year but I am not opposed to this mid-autumn heat wave. I wonder if my feelings have been stalled recently... perhaps that is why my dances have felt lackluster. I wonder if the security system of the church records activity the way 405's system does. Today it's one 10 minute chunk at a time. Jack's gotta be okay. I will be okay. Day three hundred sixteen.