The details of daily life are asking me to dance to the tune of rock and roll.
The stack of laundry waves at me, while emails, comments and messages shout out my name.
My fridge is an empty dance floor.
Four visitors from the States arrive, as I look around for my dance shoes.
Work taps its foot, and I pretend to be a wallflower while I drop a sugar cube in my cup of tea, and listen to the music.
I am dancing, but not as fast as I can. Living in the moment means, waltzing in to the beat of the tango.
Can you twirl, with a cup of tea in hand?
photo: Paris breakfast style. Thanks Marie-Noelle for the great teacup link!
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