Your hands are sweating, your breathing seems to stop and start again. Your eyes begin to travel across the horizon, all you know is that you can’t see and you are being blinded by a glare. You move different directions to escape the light but, it’s doesn’t help. So you begin to elaborated on your movements hoping that it will block the light or make it go away but, it doesn’t. You think to yourself, if I stop maybe it will go away. As you begin to slow down and continue to stop, the glare seems to dissipate and you notice a landscape of people far and away. Suddenly a smile comes across your face; showing everyone and the spotlight that “the floor is all yours”.
Sunday, July 11, 2010