rhythms
People - couples, but also roommates, friends, family - ease themselves into rhythms, an increasingly effortless dance around each others' life-spaces. Example: dinner. One set of hands reaches for the cutlery, the other for the napkins; one initiates the mains, the other twirls in with drinks and miscellany, or both foxtrot out their orders in turn; the precise manner in which the salt and pepper arrange themselves over the meal. Internalized rhythms, wrought to perfection over time, propels this life-dance. It's like waltzing with a familiar partner.
The luckiest of us, though, have this rhythm extend to conversation and thoughts. One begins a sentence and in the mind of the other, meaning and form arrange themselves. Like Mendelssohn's wordless songs, words become superfluous. The rhythms here are infinitely more subtle. In my mind they're like that of a lone dancer walking home at nightfall after a show, in that long, quiet moment when things are gradually left alone, when colours are like memories or premonitions of other colours. Under her coat (in my mind it's red) her feet are moving in time to the tremulous memory of that last twirl as the curtains closed, to a tempo and melody only she can hear. It's sorta like that.
in other news, I've been busy/happy, in the silently rhythmical way.
also, I am aware that I owe severely overdue emails to at least 8 people. please, please bear with me. I'll get onto them soon.