And she danced!

My sweet Emma came home looking at Pandora Radio, trying to find Blue Jupiter.  We couldn't find it, but made a station called "acapella."  

Well, take my breath away, let it wash all over us, 

let it swirl and swell and sweep me right up...

...up and back...back to when I was a teenager...back in my bedroom...drapes drawn, door closed, dancing and dancing and dancing.  

Accidentally, I found a moment...a moment for me...3 minutes and 58 seconds actually.  

And I danced...

...I danced like no one was watching.

(Creative EveryDay/Flickr Project 365 photo for 2/2/2010)

Moments are fragile and fleeting and eventually interrupted.  But, for that time...the wound-up-tight, perfectionist, list-making, just-trying-so-very-hard me was free and beautiful and graceful and light and caught up in something wholly out of my head and in the flow.

I could cry!  

And, I highly recommend Penn Masala's On Detours!