May 16

Can you hear it?

I shot this photograph this morning near the Battery.  As I walked behind this woman, something about her struck me.  Here we were, walking together, yet very apart…… walking alongside the river where the Civil War’s first shots rang out.

I wondered what she was thinking… at that moment.   Maybe nothing at all.  But.  There was a feeling I got about her.  Maybe it was the way she was walking.  Her gate was labored, yet at the same time, careful and measured.  Purposeful.

It looked to me, like she was on her way to work.  Quite possibly, she is a maid at one of the households here in downtown Charleston.  I pondered what her day might bring and what she had on her mind.  Was she happy or sad?  Worried or tired?  Satisfied or yearning….

As she got nearer that little bird on the sidewalk, I just stood, and watched.  It was all very peaceful.  It all seemed exact and complete, somehow.

And then, all at once…..  she started dancing. Just a little step or two.   I chuckled inside.  I grinned on the outside.

I don’t know what it means really.  But I thanked the universe for that little moment.

And then I started dancing.

“Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.” – Angela Monet