The sidewalk had that smell, cement and rain. Yum, eighth avenue.  People clung together underneath walkways. Her dress was soaked, the air was warm. “Why not?” She said out loud.

 She took off her shoes to reveal bare feet that walked up the balmy NYC street. Clusters of people glared in breezeways as she passed by. She looked up at the gray July sky as thick beads of rain ran down her pale freckled face. She surveyed the sidewalk; still not a soul in sight. No, they were still there but they continued to stand in huddles to avoid the droplets of rain that poured like tears down the face of an inconsolable child.

Puddles formed, without hesitation she jumped in one by one. Old memories filled her heart with delight. Dry patches of people hid beneath apartment and store corridors. She understood their choice. They had jobs, children, homes… She had the rain, the sidewalk; She had the stage and it was in that moment she knew her life would never be ordinary.

Hello and welcome,

The stories tab will take you to moments of wisdom, pain, pleasure, as well as bits of absurdity. The dance tab will show you my work as a dance artist. If you’d like to learn about me, more information can be found at that tab as well. Feel free to get in touch.

Warmly,

Grace Louise