Dancing in the Dark

Life in the apartment building across the way is on display at night among those who don’t close their blinds. I like to leave my blinds open, but turn off all my lights so I can look out but no one can look in. I put on my favorite late night radio show and dance around the apartment in the dark. It’s my only exercise after sitting at a desk all day. It’s a liberating sort of movement. Maybe I’m a voyeur, but it’s reassuring to see all the things people do in their private spaces late a night. Life, you know. Just life.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “dancing in the dark.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Dancing in the Dark”

  1. As the saying goes, “It’s a dark and windy night….” But this is not to start a scary story. Instead, picture this: an apartment totally dark, except for certain walls that accept brightness from street lamps. It’s late Fall and, as often happens then, the wind is strong. I walk from one room to another but come to a dead stop and admire some shadows in motion. They are trees and their branches dancing in the dark. I think I stood there for at least five minutes just to absorb the beauty of flickering black on bright walls. I still wonder what nature was trying to get across to me that magical night. .

  2. Dancing in the dark is not unlike practicing Christianity.

    Faith calls for stepping out into the unknown, the unforeseeable, a covered outcome. Life at times can be tragic, and in it, we are cast into a darkness. We might feel alone, we might not see a way out. Then comes the master dance instructor and offers us His hands in a classic dance pose.

    Have you ever been a beginner ballroom dancer? Do you know what it is like to be taken into the arms of the owner of the dance studio and whisked around the floor without making even one mistake? At first you hesitate and blush at the awkwardness of being given such a privilege. But soon you find yourself gliding with your partner, under the strong signals of his hands. Your beginner status is undetected by the observers; you are safe in the arms of the expert choreographer. What have you to fear?

    Not all dance floors are like a ballroom’s. Some are living rooms cluttered with furniture, others like the small dance floor of a bar, crammed with people. Other dance places may have cluttered floors or small walls with barely enough room to turn around in more than twice. But the lead of a partnership dance knows his environ impeccably. He places his hand on the upper back of his partner, and holds out his left hand to them. In this way, he steadies and guides them effortlessly. They feel him steering them forward and avoiding all obstacles in the path. That gentle pressure upon their back is re-assuring. A good instructor gives very little verbal cues during the dance itself. It is all in the hands and the dance frame.

    Lee Ann Womack sang,” “I Hope You Dance,” in 2008. But Gladys Knight wrote it. My favorite line is I hope you give faith a fighting chance.

    How we do that is to dance. The master instructor opens His hands to us.

  3. The lights were turned off in the apartment opposite to mine. But with the help of moonlight glow I could see the movements through their window as a silhouette. The strict, never-smiling aunty is dancing like an expert salsa dancer. OMG! This could be her inner self. Let her dance.

  4. Of course, this phrase brings to mind Bruce Springsteen’s ever-popular song from the ’80s Dancing in the Dark. Catchy tune with even a more catchy chorus line:
    “You can’t start a fire
    You can’t start a fire without a spark
    This gun’s for hire
    Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.”

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