oh

oh oh oh

how I love this kind of tired

I’ve danced so much I can feel my blood pulsing in my feet

I am sore and my legs are spaghetti and it feels wonderful

now, before I wash it from my face, I can feel and taste salt crystals that have formed from evaporated sweat

I have removed my dampened clothes and am contemplating a bath instead of a shower

I am dozing as I type and my mind is already dreaming – mixing up memories of dancing and random conversations

*hugs* and good night