Dance Wabisabi

And then they danced like they had met for the first time. His wrinkled hand reached for hers pulling her in like static. The song he chose was not slow, not fast, it was right, as right as the love he felt for her. All of the tragedy they had ever known left the room as sure as the sun rose that morning and there was no thought, just rhythm and touch. Life in that moment was worth living, not just because they were in love, in spite of it, because each of them had opened up their eyes ready to meet the day, one more time.