MAIN STREET: November 2018

I am having a hard time concentrating on my work at hand today. I know
that it is only March, but those summertime breezes are steadily
beckoning to me. The memories from summers past begin to taunt me
each time I turn back to work.

Trying hard to concentrate on the task at hand, I sense that I will not win ...“I can hear the sounds of violins long before it begins”. I find myself on the water and watch the seagulls take flight. Slowly, I begin to drift towards the song, “Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore”.

“When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more”

For just a moment, I stop on the water's edge to feel the tide settle in and a breeze roll across my face. The sun has begun its slow descent into the next starry night. The evening temp hovering near perfect. The song continues to play …

“Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me”

I turn to see the hung sheers in the doorway begin their sway just before our eyes lock ...

“Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak”

Our hands become as one as we begin our dance,

“I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now”

“Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak”

“I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now”