As always, as soon as Coppelia opened the door to his knock at 10am, he threw his arms around her, lifting her off the floor. To share private and intimate space so early in the day meant so much to each of them. This was the closest they could be, to waking in the same bed. Lying in his arms, talking, making love...then in an hour he was waving to her from his car window as he drove away from a car park in that same small town, a town whose parks, streets and pavements continued to be part of the canvas over which so much of their picture was being painted. The same trees, the same buildings, the same grey slabs under her feet. People passing, shops opening and closing. The bus arriving.That rhythm of connecting, letting go, connecting, letting go. Here again, gone again, here again. Did any of it ever really change? So much had happened, so much HAD changed - and yet, that day, somehow it seemed as if nothing ever had. Like she had been dancing on the head of a pin.
Friday, 5 June 2009
Dancing on the head of a pin
As always, as soon as Coppelia opened the door to his knock at 10am, he threw his arms around her, lifting her off the floor. To share private and intimate space so early in the day meant so much to each of them. This was the closest they could be, to waking in the same bed. Lying in his arms, talking, making love...then in an hour he was waving to her from his car window as he drove away from a car park in that same small town, a town whose parks, streets and pavements continued to be part of the canvas over which so much of their picture was being painted. The same trees, the same buildings, the same grey slabs under her feet. People passing, shops opening and closing. The bus arriving.That rhythm of connecting, letting go, connecting, letting go. Here again, gone again, here again. Did any of it ever really change? So much had happened, so much HAD changed - and yet, that day, somehow it seemed as if nothing ever had. Like she had been dancing on the head of a pin.
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Yes, she has been dancing on a head of a pin, to say the least. Her perseverance is to be admired and at the same time it begs the question of whether that dance can be the the one she's meant to dance in the long run.
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