Upside Down Kris

Magic Moments, Week 3 Day 15 Unfortunately, nothing special stood out today. A gray, drab day…or maybe it’s my mood. Day 16 Boogie Woogie and Rockabilly–it’s almost impossible that I wouldn’t have a good time, even if there wasn’t dancing. I love couples dance, but it wasn’t dancing with a partner that made the night special…it was the moments when I danced alone. Even more so when I found myself in a group of three. We were all doing our own thing until I noticed that a girl who taught swing was copying my moves. So, then I started copying hers. Proposal and acceptance of proposal: the interest in dancing with another, mirroring them for no other reason than to enjoy a piece of time and rhythm together. This with a girl I had thought to dislike. I had found her a little pretentious as a teacher, but we definitely were in agreement on an improvisation level. Who knows how many judgments I’ve passed erroneously? Day 17 As I was walking up the hill near my apartment complex today, I obse...

Magic Moments, Week 2 Day 8 The magnificent early morning sky with layers of fuchsia and bird’s egg blue. I looked twice, and the fuchsia had stretched until the sun’s bald, hot head was at the base of the horizon. The pungent but pleasant smell of basil from the leaves just plucked. Day 9 The tingle that I feel traveling through my whole body when my boyfriend reaches over and holds me at night. Day 10 The first whiff of the day from the cool air entering into the freshly opened window. Day 11 Sophie’s sigh as she buries her head into my lap. Total abandonment and trust. I’ve had a hard couple of days because of an eye infection, so I decided to go to the emergency room. One dedicated nurse came into the hall to medicate and change patients’ bandages. All of the patients were elderly except for me and a guy in a sweatshirt. The nurse explained that there was only one doctor on duty, so she was trying to do what she could in the meantime. I’m sure this...

Photo: Armiche Bolanos Quesada Text: Kristen Mastromarchi

Photo: Armiche Bolanos Quesada Text: Kristen Mastromarchi