As I was coming home from work, before the Grove business meeting, I was stopped at a traffic light and glanced up in the rearview mirror. Behind me was a red pick-up truck, newer model, with a man and a woman, both in their twenties. The guy made some wild gesticulation with his arms. I believe he was playing air drums. Then both of them burst into spontanous and vigorous dancing. Not just moving their heads back and forth, but full body contorting, arms in the air dancing, or at least as much as you can do while seated in a car. I just had to smile. They did not look silly, but rather, exhuberent and full of joy. My smile grew bigger. They would calm down occasionally, probably in between songs, then start up again. They were fully engaged in enjoying themselves, blissfully uncaring what others might think seeing their gyrations.
It made want to be as free and uninhibited as them. I'm not much of one to dance. I get very self conscious and super shy. It's like there is a wall inside that won't let me beyond a certain point. I've been dancing only a few times and it was very hard to get out there. Actually at Summerlands, I had a strong urge to get out and dance, but felt too shy. But seeing this couple made me wish I could do that as well. What was amazing was that while neither of them spent much time looking at the other, they were generally in sync the whole time. They would start at the same time, make similar turns at the same time. It was something to behold. The joy that they were generating has stayed with me all evening.
At the business meeting some mention was made of the big grin on my face and I merely said that I was in a really good mood, without saying why.