numbness

If I could dance in my sleep, I would. If I could whirl about on top of a mountain top, I would. If I could swirl and swirl in a meadow, I would.
 
I can do all these things.
 
The dull ache in my muscles from some unknown activity mystifies me. I am surrounded by mysteries tonight. There is a great gale of a wind that has been sweeping around the house, slamming into the windows, shaking the doors, all night long. It batters the sideboards and whistles up the stairways before dying into an eerie quiet.  Read more »