Tango Bridge - August 4, 2016

In my neighborhood there is a stately old wooden covered bridge with adjoining walkway and perfect hand height railings where I practice my tango walk. On the walk to the bridge, I feel the sunny embrace of warmth on shoulders and cheeks and on the bridge I am accompanied by soft murmuring creek whispers. The layered reflections and shadows of moving leaves and still stones are the backdrop and earphones deliver passionate tango music. 

Then back and forth I go, backwards, and I realized I can do eyes closed since the handrail is right there.  I recently tried dancing eyes closed, which delivered me to an entirely new universe where I dissolved into the dance. So yet more territory to explore.