Dancing
"We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows." ~ Robert Frost "What are you doing?" I sat down on the steps, the wide wooden stairs of our back porch. "Hey Kris. I'm just sitting," my brother replied with a shrug. The sun had turned red behind the not very old maple tree in our backyard. It wasn't much of a view, since we lived in the middle of suburbia. A thousand identical houses all lined up nice and neat. It was easy to get lost and if you...