An elderly man who walks past everyday, was practically trotting through the snow headed to his usual spot at the end of Johnson on the hem of the Salish Sea. It was still early though not long after daylight broke to a beautiful snow-covered landscape.

When I returned to the living room and looked out, there he was, in the snow, dancing. He was waltzing with his arms held as though he had a partner. Box steps, whisks, open impetus, promenade. He waltzed his heart out for at least 3-4 minutes. I can imagine how he must have been waltzing with his memories of someone he once loved, or still loves. I was observing pure joy.

Although this image is completely out of focus, it’s one I felt most closely suited the story because of how it tells us what we need to know yet the clarity of the subject is not fully visible to the viewer.
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