Did I disappoint you?

For such a small number of people at the club, the evening was certainly full. A saw a few old faces, and some new. The dancing loa rode me long and hard through the night. I exchanged smiles, and hugs, and awkward words. There was a moment of synchronicity on the dance floor, when the music echoed the threads of conversation, in a painful way.

But the dark parts of the night were swept away on rivers of sound and motion. Conversation flowed along with eye contact and hugs and stunning outfits. Support and comfort were there in equal measure. I felt buoyed and supported. I felt new energy and light on the open dance floors, and realized that each evening can be a new thing. There's no need to throw away something because other people outgrow it. Not when you still feel a connection to the music. Not when your dancing takes you to a place outside of yourself.

Give that up? I think not.

It's deep into the next day now. The storm still simmers on the horizon. It's night so the clouds aren't as visible, but the air still crackles with tension, and there's that smell that speaks of the deluge to come. A storm can be a terrible scourge, or it can be a magnificent ecstatic experience. I love and embrace thunderstorms with every part of me that feels. But there's no rain in this storm. And I'm afraid of what it will leave behind.

But I'm going to find out.

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Played cards for the first time in a month. I waited a good 25 minutes for a parking space, grooving to Haujobb in the back of the Osco parking lot. I would have made it there faster had I walked, but I would have frozen on the walk home. I only got one game in, the game went on for far too long and I started losing my composure a bit. But in the end, I just let it go and embraced the inevitable conclusion.

I've got a pretty full day tomorrow, so sleep will be in order.

The storm? Not nearly as buffeting as I feared. The rain fell steadily, a few low rumbles of thunder, and that's about all.

Heh. People are going to really get sick of me talking in metaphors. Livejournal being what it is, if you the reader ever think I'm talking about you or have questions, just ask me offline. I'll set the record straight. I could be super straightforward on here, but we all know that's not a good thing.