Night Dancing through Life

I just turned off all the lights and put on one of my all-time favorite night songs.

For 4:55 I danced all over my living room, watching the moonlight stream in through my office windows, feeling alive, being so aware that I am alive!

I have a body I can move! Who cares if I dance like a dying gazelle, I have the ability to do so! I can leap in the air and twirl and look like something is biting me painfully on the leg and maybe you would pretend you didn't know me if you saw, but I AM ALIVE.

I have ears that can clearly hear music. I have eyes that can take in the subtle beautify of my home lit only by the night sky.

I can feel!

Look, someday, none of us are going to be here anymore. And it's going to come sooner than we'd like.

How effing lucky are we to have existence RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW?

So I'm gonna keep awkwardly dancing in the dark, because fuck, I am so damn lucky to have this life, to be alive, to move, to breathe, to see, to hear, to feel.