It’s night time, just before midnight on tree day of the dance. I’m going about doing stuff and I’m carrying a wing. Not sure if it was eagle or hawk. I walked along a road and I’m doing something when a man approaches me. I know that M Daily was one of the dancers. The man asks me why I wasn’t at the drum. I’m considering the question but I know I was up to something that felt more important.
Feeling that exhileration while being at dance.
Wondering what I’m doing.
