kitchen dance

tonight i was a part of something interesting.
it was late.
it's thursday.
we're all frazzled because we're at Oxford where no one sleeps.
it's snowing outside, so things in Oxford are shut down.
everyone has spent too many hours reading books and trying to manipulate words on a page.
one girl busts out her iPod.
another plugs it into the dock in the kitchen and turns the volume up to a moderate level.
with hips swaying and arms singing, we danced in the kitchen.
it was beautiful.
one of the few times i have been with a group of dancing girls and did not feel like i needed to impress someone.
everyone laughed at the lame dance moves we all attempted.
and then laughed again when something worked like it was supposed to.
we came and went.
it reminded me of a Virgina Wolfe line that says something to this effect:
"No need to impress. No need to be anyone but oneself."
a truly lovely moment took place in our kitchen.
it was great.