A sold out show. A concert hall full of many people I know. It seemed like every woman I had ever met was there. These women were there with their partners and families or standing on their own. The show was for us.... the women... we were the show. There was an underlying current of understanding we had with each other. Going up to the stage in groups and dancing, singing, speaking, being. A moment came where we all took off our clothes (just the women... the men sat softly and clothed in their seats). Standing up and walking, twirling down the isles of the concert hall naked... making our way to the stage. Once all the women had made it to the stage we clasped hands and danced a dance for the ages. The men sat in grace and support as they watched. We sang out, we became a serpent.... and bowed and bowed.
Women in the concert hall.
