sometimes, when i see the sun set over the ocean, i have no other choice but to…
do cart wheels.
one after the other after the other.

when i take the time to watch the day come to a close in nature’s simple yet unequivocal way, something within me unconsciously needs to respond…
to celebrate it…
to bask in the freedom of such unconditional beauty.
and without a preconceived thought, my body instinctively reacts by dancing in the sunset.

erika laughed at me when i started flipping around until i invited her to join me. denying such abilities, she hesitated until i gave her no other option. then without practice or training, she cart wheeled. one after the other after the other. her body knew the way, she just had to release it.

and it makes me wonder if we all are made to dance cartwheels in the sunset.

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