"I mean, in four years, I'll be fifty," I tell her.
"You know, you've mentioned that a lot lately," Katie replies.
Later, cleaning in the kitchen, one of my (many) favorite songs comes on and, with no one around to see, I dance.
There's a dancing of youth that celebrates life pouring through you, the eternal spring of capital-L Life that leaps with ever-new joy, expressing itself through your being, but there's another kind of dance you dance even though you see yourself headed toward the downward slope, and you're still alive, so you dance, dance anyway, despite everything.
One year ago: The Opposite of Hyperbole
Two years ago: A Kind Of Integrity
Three years ago: Look As Good You Will Not
Four years ago: The Starvation Method
Six years ago: Remember, Remember
Seven years ago: Happy Drums