What’s Your Point

As young girls we love to dance.
Music and motion takes us to far away lands of fantasy and imagination.

Our graceful movements are beautiful interpretations of our dreams.

However, now that I am entering my sixtieth year my once beautiful and graceful body has become a caricature of ‘once was’.

Graceful fingers and toes are now becoming arthritic. We have limbs that can no longer leap or glide through the air to the beautiful rhythms and sounds.

At least we still have our memories.

So, what’s your point?