Friday. Good Friday, in fact.
And the beginning of Passover, too.
The end of a work week.
The promise of some space, a deep breath, freedom, light, new life.

I luckily, spontaneously, and at the very last minute ended up at an rather remarkable Black women’s interactive theater-dance performance piece tonight and honestly, it said all of that. And then some.

Friday

Let’s define this day:
end and possibility,
permission to dance.

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