A smile slips onto my face as I hear the chords of a tune long forgotten fill the air. Is it an A? G-Flat? F-Sharp? I don’t know. But really it doesn’t matter. 音乐 is not technicalities. 你 can’t solve it mathematically. 你 must feel it. And lying here, on my 床, 床上 in sweats and a tee-shirt, I don’t feel worthy enough to hear such a beautiful medley of sounds. The notes transport me back to a time I have never experienced.
I close my eyes and can see myself, out in a courtyard at twilight. I can smell the lilacs that line the walls of this secret sanctuary, and I can see the strings of lights that twinkle overhead, a preshow to the stars that will surely lighten as the night grows dark. My heels click over the cobblestones and my dress sways around me, softly 接吻 the skin of my legs. A gentle hand is placed over mine, and I look up into the blue eyes of a gentleman. He does not have to say a word; I know that he wishes to dance as I do. I allow myself to be led into the middle of the courtyard; he places a hand on my back, I place mine on his shoulder. We dance, just the two of us. I know that this is perfect, our sways and spins in time to the angels’ chorus.
But it is a past that has not yet come to be. I am still lying on my 床, 床上 in sweats in a tee-shirt. And this glorious beauty is not magically wafting through the air, it is being played 由 a laptop. Still, I cannot let this perfect dream go. It is too sweet, too enchanting to be 迷失 in the chances not taken. So I walk to my closet and slip on an old dress. I put on a pair of heels, and dim the overhead light. And I dance. With myself, at one in the morning. I sway and I spin to the entrancing harmony. And there I know that this dream will not be forgotten.
Author's note- I would suggest that while 阅读 this piece 你 listen to the song "A Time For Love" played 由 Jim Bajor. It was my inspiration and I think it really adds to the essay.
I close my eyes and can see myself, out in a courtyard at twilight. I can smell the lilacs that line the walls of this secret sanctuary, and I can see the strings of lights that twinkle overhead, a preshow to the stars that will surely lighten as the night grows dark. My heels click over the cobblestones and my dress sways around me, softly 接吻 the skin of my legs. A gentle hand is placed over mine, and I look up into the blue eyes of a gentleman. He does not have to say a word; I know that he wishes to dance as I do. I allow myself to be led into the middle of the courtyard; he places a hand on my back, I place mine on his shoulder. We dance, just the two of us. I know that this is perfect, our sways and spins in time to the angels’ chorus.
But it is a past that has not yet come to be. I am still lying on my 床, 床上 in sweats in a tee-shirt. And this glorious beauty is not magically wafting through the air, it is being played 由 a laptop. Still, I cannot let this perfect dream go. It is too sweet, too enchanting to be 迷失 in the chances not taken. So I walk to my closet and slip on an old dress. I put on a pair of heels, and dim the overhead light. And I dance. With myself, at one in the morning. I sway and I spin to the entrancing harmony. And there I know that this dream will not be forgotten.
Author's note- I would suggest that while 阅读 this piece 你 listen to the song "A Time For Love" played 由 Jim Bajor. It was my inspiration and I think it really adds to the essay.