The Dance

Humans have for eons been fascinated with the art of the dance. Over time, dance has evolved as an expression of feelings and emotions. As such, it has varied from the slow ballroom dance, with ladies dressed in long, hoop skirts and gentlemen dressed in elaborate suits, to today's versions of dance, like hip-hop - much more modern and, perhaps, exciting to watch. Each allows the participant to express him or herself.

And so, today, as I watched the dance outside my downstairs window, I wondered about the participants. Nearly a dozen they were, swirling - undaunted by the afternoon heat.

To be honest, they were likely not dancing at all. Yet, it seemed as though they were. The dragonflies, with iridescent wings, dipped and swirled as I and a lone Mourning Dove watched. The Dove, sitting on her perch on the neighbor's wooden fence, seemed to take in the show, fascinated, just as I was. More likely perhaps, she wondered what the delicately formed dragonflies were lucky enough to find for lunch.

Though the likelihood of the dragonflies actually performing a dance is nil, what harm is there in imagining?