“Dance” by Risa Scott

Someone had the idea to hang a rubber skeleton on the wind chime outside on the porch. Every time an ample wind stirred a melody, he’d thrash his limbs in ecstatic motions, a dance of his own design. The energy in it was intense, like his ability to cavort shocked even himself. On calmer days, he hung his head, limbs limp, a posture I related to. I’d wish for the wind or a storm for him. But mostly for me, as if the only way I could deal with the world was to watch him flail it all out. I’d been tempted to try it out myself, but I’d yet to find a wind strong enough to move me. Now whenever I hear wind chimes, I feel the urge to dance with abandon.

About Risa Scott
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Risa Scott is a nomadic photographer, web designer, actor, and writer living in a self-built tiny home with her dog, Bread. She travels the country (and sometimes out of the country) discovering new places and people, endeavoring to engage creatively within communities but is primarily based in Colorado. In all her creative and professional pursuits, she endeavors to tell honest stories based on real people and experiences.

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