Tiny Dancer

The music began to play and as the dancers began to stir the eyes of the the crowd settled on the them… but I was watching her. She had been playing with her stuffed unicorn…which she dropped…to my surprise when she saw the young ones dancing…and then she stood there…mesmerized. She slowly toddled up to them…and I watched as the seeds of dance were sown. Proving, once again, dance and the music that inspires it has a language all it's own. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began swaying to the beat Perhaps in that one moment…she was dreaming with her feet. Perhaps she did more than wonder as she watched the dancers spin and reach their hands up to the sky… Perhaps in that moment she understood… she didn't need wings to fly. Then she danced the way we all should dance… with no inhibitions…just having fun And I thought, if there is a shortcut to happiness… dancing must be one. I watched her smile as she danced and spun… with no more thoughts of unicorn… And I felt blessed to be there to witness… A tiny dancer being born.