It’s a pen with a very thin line. It softly touches the surface of a page. It creates shapes and letters as a ballet dancer circles on stage in front of an audience. It’s a ballet dancer. The audience appreciates its grace with which she floats in the air. Its subtle nuances and shadows flow and flicker through a dim light. The light plays with senses of the audience and the people observe it with a silence and awe.
When the ballet dancer was little, a life was difficult. She originally comes from a remote area of a faraway land where her proud mother lives. The creator of her life. She would like to see her dancing as well as her fine nuances in her movement, but she’s too fragile to travel and must rely on words of her daughter.
Then a day comes and her mother dies with a notion of never actually seeing her to perform and float above the stage.
