margoeve: (Contemplative)
And what a wonderful dance it was.
The feet are sore. The muscles ache.
The sleep that will come now will be the sleep of fulfillment.
The Prince may have twirled off with another dancer.
The coach may now be a smashed pumpkin on the side of the road.
And the horses, now just a bunch of rats.
But oh, to have been there.
To have danced the dance that so few do.

Oh, and the song was a long one.
To feel the rhythmic pulse of the floor in time with our hearts pounding.
The melody of our shoes squeaking as we twisted and turned across the floor.
The harmony of the chanting for us that hit the roofs and resonated in our souls.
That is the symphony we danced to.

To feel a moment of glory in just being there.
The dance had to end some time...
But we did dance.
And we are all the more for it.
We are Patriots.
margoeve: (Wow)
Now, I don't normally get excited about sports, but can I just say...

FINAL FOUR BABY!!!

I wonder how much work I can actually expect to get done in class tomorrow?

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