Back to Cold
Once, there was a woman who loved to dance. She had long flowing clothes that swept the forest ground as she spun and twisted, arms arched high as she cupped the sun and the air and the earth. She danced night and day, in the middle of a old forest filled with great twisted trees that stretched it’s limbs upwards towards the sun. In the dark, she danced to keep the cold away. In the day, she danced to keep loneliness away.
A wolf came to her. It was old and thin and gray with age.
“Why do you dance?”, asked the wolf
The woman laughed loudly, I dance for the sun and to the earth. I dance the forest clean. I dance for warmth and love and life.
The wolf said, “I have never danced. Yet, I have known warmth and pack. I have raised cubs and watched them grow to be great hunters. I have known love. ”
The woman, her glistening sweat falling and soaking into the greedy forest floor, paused dancing.
She looked at the wolf. Then why are you here, Wolf?
The wolf circled the dancer, her long yellow fangs bared. “Because I am hungry… and you are alone.”
