feel like dancing?
“Mmmmmm — hmmmmm —hm. So Typist can neither playyyyyy —” Thalia’s head bobbed along with 70s Road Trip streaming through laptop speakers, “— nor draw a cello?”
“Wasn’t feeling it.” Nia cracked her neck. “Cut her losses early.”
“Feeling it…,” Calliope ran her fingers across pilled pants. “Well said Nia. She didn’t quit because it was hard… she quit because… she wasn’t feeling it.”
What makes it so hard to determine whither we will walk? I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.
~ Henry David Thoreau