I'm done, so very done with gray skies. They are sucking the life out of me. I want to sleep all the time, and at night i don't want to sleep, because, I need to get things done that I missed doing because the gray sky won't leave, and take with it my depression. I'm staying up too late, and sleeping in too long in the morning. I'm losing sleep, and getting too much sleep. I'm being sucked in by my dreams. I'm almost wishing I could just stay in them. Its like be pulled into the rabbit hole in Alice and Wonderland. Will it end, perhaps when I die? I need an electric shock to my brain, which seems to be empty. "Rain, rain, go away" you suck!
I said yes, when my friend asked me if I wanted to go dancing at a downtown café in Denver. My friend assured me that there were lessons before hand, and you didn’t need a partner. I grew up listening to the greats, Count Basie, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington, Frank Sinatra, Glenn Miller, and Benny Goodman. But, until the night that I went dancing with my friend, I hadn’t fully appreciated what I loved listening too so much. The cover charge was seven dollars, and that included an hour of east cost swing lessons, and a live big band performance following, where I practiced what I had just learned in the lesson. It was a welcoming community of people those dancers. I met a few men that had been dancing for years, and said how exited they were that the young people were starting to really dance again. One gentleman in particular named Max, who, I noted, could kick his legs up higher than I could, and never seemed to tire. He danced every dance, and on that first n...
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