dance

Traffic report: light until La Jolla, where it starts getting hairball. Correct your posture: imagine a thread pulling the top of your spine up to the sky. Elbows bent gently and relaxed. This is where the dancing comes in. Imagine your ballet teacher. Glide in two-three time between the left and middle columns of brake lights. Avoid all mirrors. Direct hateful thoughts of those who crowd towards the broken white line. It’s a minuet up to the red light at Fairfax.

Thus begins the weekend.