Saturday Night
My dogs are good company and loyal and will follow me anywhere in the mountains I yearn to explore, but a man needs to put his arms around a woman sometimes. So you can believe how much I look forward to those nights at the dance hall, the place I have visited for more than a decade now.
And one thing I have learned, is that you have the best times when you risk going to far, when you put it all out there, and let the music and those pretty ladies direct your mood. And isnt having a good time honoring the blessing of being here?
Woody (Procell) of the Snowy River Band said he had a request for a cajun song, and that this will be a fast one: "you might not be able to dance to this, but just get out there and move around if you feel like it"
Ten seconds onto the floor I couldn't believe my good fortune. The black-haired woman I asked to dance was spirited and wild, and right on the fast beat as we circled the floor. The sound of the cajun fiddle quickened our step, and I twirled her twice, three, several times and she came out just right.
It is all about the moment - the fiddle and the beat, the music that drives those Saturday nights, that makes everyone there feel so darn good. It is the mystery of this beautiful woman in my arms, and the timing and passion we experience in those few minutes.
There is plenty to love about it - her smile, the joy, health, music, and nothing complicated - the way life should always be.