
There's a full moon out in the sky tonight.
I find it to be so provocative, so alluring, yet so frustrating somehow. It's a killing moon for me in certain ways...not that I want to kill anyone. Just something. Maybe.
It seems to vacillate between taunting me and soothing me as it peeks through my window. Cruel as it seems to be, its beauty set against the inky night sky is undeniably magnificent - in a peaceful yet provocative kind of way.
It almost makes me want to dance in the pale moonlight (except for the fact I rarely dance outside), my white dress flaring around me as I whirl round and round (except I rarely wear pure white), and my jet-black hair streaming in the wind (though there's no wind tonight).
So I'll leave the dancing to DaddyPapersurfer, who has a most educational and entertaining series of blog posts this week about various kinds of dances in Europe (and some other universal dances). And he has cool pictures of them too!
Chacha, tango, cancan, and of course, lovely moonbeam-bathed-slow-dancing wishes to all of you for the weekend.

















