Like a summer wind 
 
 

        As a child, I spent almost every single day during the summer in the public swimming and recreation center of my home town. I couldn’t wait to jump into the cold water which we children found pretty warm even when it only reached 19 degrees Celsius. In between the refreshing dips which chilled us to the point of blue lips, we always spent time playing on the adjoining field under the sun recharging our “batteries” for the next dip. 
 

        I was particularly attracted to a large pole in the middle of the field. It supported a wheel like a crown on its top, with long thick ropes hanging down like curly “Rasta” hair. I held the end of the rope with a solid grip and started running. The rope led me out from the pole and after running several rounds with increasing speed I felt my feet leaving the ground. I was flying!! Suddenly  my feet  came back to the earth and those precious few moments of ecstasy were over.  
 

       When I’m dancing Tango I sometimes remember those moments of flying. After several rounds of warming up I start to relax and let go. I slowly get into the same rhythm with my partner and we make a perfect connection with our embrace. We are enveloped by the music. My body is following his lead in perfect harmony. At some point I feel as if I’m reaching another dimension. It’s like my feet are again leaving the ground behind and I start to fly….2 minutes, 3 minutes and then the music is over. I feel my feet reaching the ground again and I slowly awaken from the dream.  
 

Suddenly I can smell the sweet memories of a  summer wind bringing a trace of  popcorn and ice cream  mixed with the sweet fragrance of tanning oil which we used in this old days…

by "STEFANI K."