26 Jul 10 The dance with my father

I close my eyes.

In slow motion I move my body on the rhythm of the sound of his guitar.

We’re a channel apart, yet we dance together in our minds. The rhythm has a certain flair only we understand. We connect beyond understanding.

We dance the moves every time we cross each other’s minds.

My daughter experience the same connection. We dance, even when th music is too loud.