Dancer

" She danced the way it should be danced. And the way she wanted." -Raymond Carver Eddying in a commotion of color, fall's dispensation of red, green and gold; blended with Zephyrs' mysterious rhythms, a stately ballet that never grows old. Spread 'cross the firmament planets are spinning, silently cold and majestically clear; gliding through eons in pre-ordained tempos, gracing the night sky all throughout the year. 'Shining Light' at the 'School of Terpsichore' a twelve-year old warms up and waits for her chance to show those judges just what this young girl can do, nothing means more than her passion for dance. She dreams of fame and of making a difference, the world is too large and her room is too small; she's too young yet for abstraction and symbol, in time she will grow, find her place in it all.