Quarantine Blues

I miss trapeze / sling like I’m sure a chameleon would miss a tree branch if you deprived it of one. I miss the tactile world of it…the textures…the feeling of holding, being held, squished, squeezed, suspended. I miss it the way other people would miss a person.This absence, this deprivation, is revealing just how wrapped up I am in aerial arts. It is part of my body. It has become intrinsic to my physical experience of the world.