dancing on air on the smile of a baby whale swimming after her mama as far up where the summer people used to spend their Julys before the tidal waves took them all . . . sparkles floating up followed by a round of applause . . . used to have plays in their boathouses with the audience in black tie and evening gowns sitting all around the edge and stars brought up from New York to sing and dance with children dressed up as fairies flying from wires attached to the rafters . . . all of that gone but something to see it was . . . if you are quiet enough you can sneak through the woods and watch it too . . . gone in a bit in a puff of pink smoke but not quite yet . . . a memory for life to tell your grandbabies about . . .
my winter series post for today published on my Substack at the link if you’d like to see
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/theatrical-set-designs-and-other-89a
