Monday evening, 12/5/11:
Ballet en solitude. Watching my shadow spinning as I practice fouette turns. A walk home in the dark in the fine mist. A baby slug on the kitchen floor. An exchange of texts on my old phone. Finally, I climb up the stairs to my room and close the door.
Ballet en solitude. Watching my shadow spinning as I practice fouette turns. A walk home in the dark in the fine mist. A baby slug on the kitchen floor. An exchange of texts on my old phone. Finally, I climb up the stairs to my room and close the door.
