September 17, 2020

4:51pm, Jordan Street and Laurens Street, Baltimore, MD

I watched as a child stomped a gorgeous moth to death. It is sad how we live in fear of nature. The air is heavy, rain is on the way. As the moth was being killed, my dance felt connected to its spirit. It wasn't Intentional but I was transformed, my arms the wings. The helicopters make their sweeps, children yell and play, older adults exercise and I dance. Day two hundred sixty-one.