Mid Noon's Dance

If you're travelin' in the north country fair

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

I place my cup of coffee on the table, my gramophone ready to start playing. I’d always been in love with the very look of the instrument and the feel it gave me. I set the needle on the vinyl and watch the grooves circle and make music that filled the air. My body is in tune with the strumming and my legs begin moving ever so whimsically to the tune of the music.

One two three, one two three……

My feet glide, so does the vinyl. They twirl making me feel lighter than air, yet grounded to my roots, like the leaves on the trees yonder, dancing back and forth forming a canopy that lets gleams of sunlight perforate into the room.

The echoing melody of the strums takes me into a trance, dreams of bamboo hats on head, bell bottom jeans, tunes on the guitar, and countryside accents singing of first loves from long ago.

I imagine myself cavorting away in the arms of someone, in playful happy steps, sounds of laughter, loving eyes and cheerful harmonica I feel, pulsing through my veins. There is something about the era of telephones, typewriters and poetic lyrics that make the present feel a little void; somehow, we seem to be drawn to them as though they are timeless.

The song mellows down and my heart beats faster by the blood rush. I sit down, picking up my coffee still humming to the rhythmic beats of the song. And as the guitar plays, I sip my drink and listen to the enhancement the birds add to the song as the April breeze kisses my face.