A knot of dancers gyrated in the artificial glare. Tango music boomed from speakers. I wondered if the moon would ever rise. I had stumbled onto Tango by Moonlight, a kind of dancing flash mob that gathers on fully-lunar summer nights at the Weeks Pedestrian Bridge over the Charles River. Couples circled and dipped. The river glimmered and burbled. And the moon eventually did rise, full and glowing.
09 August 2009
Moon River
A knot of dancers gyrated in the artificial glare. Tango music boomed from speakers. I wondered if the moon would ever rise. I had stumbled onto Tango by Moonlight, a kind of dancing flash mob that gathers on fully-lunar summer nights at the Weeks Pedestrian Bridge over the Charles River. Couples circled and dipped. The river glimmered and burbled. And the moon eventually did rise, full and glowing.
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It looks like you are being visited by the Holy Spirit.
As a matter of fact, I was!
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