October 19, 2020

4:38pm, Druid Hill Park, Baltimore, MD

Today is a Druid Hill Park day. Cairo and I walked around the lake this morning and it was then I committed to dancing somewhere in this vast park. I am extremely sore from yesterday's workout and I have the pressure of a deadline bearing down on me. I noodled as I sometimes do on my bike and came across these massive sections of concrete pipe. I almost started without a warm up and then decided my body deserved better. Slow and deliberate. I tried to be present in the dance and project an idea into tomorrow for the dance I have to make. Not my daily dance but another one for a pre-recorded virtual show. The sound of 83 is an ever present ocean of noise. The idea of traffic sounding like the ocean always takes me back to a very specific memory. There is a yearning in those moments of nostalgia. I would like for them to become longing I can savor like a hard candy. Occasionally and with caution. Day two hundred ninety-three.