On my holiday in Sydney I came across a busker showing us his unique, funny, and entertaining styles of dancing.

Well…? A haiku.

Why do we always attach negative connotations to blood.

Dancing with the stars an a little humor.

About first-sight attraction and the undercurrents of the search for true love.

Count for something for the choice can be that you count for nothing at all.

A dance I once attended at a large campsite with a live band and no modern comforts.

Remembering Saturday night dances in the country.

Its just the two of us as the music…

My dance at school and how much fun it was.