Geisha

Another mural in the Mission.

Yesterday, I went swing dancing in Golden Gate Park. I hadn't been dancing in ages, maybe a year or more. I've left and entered the dancing scene here at least two or three times already. About a quarter of the faces are familiar and, of course, I couldn't remember their names. But that's ok. They didn't remember me either. The dancers I knew...maybe they've moved on... At any rate, it's reassuring to know that my body still remembers how to dance.