Dance

Praise from father.
Mentioned dancing for two hours at Sunday morning Dance Your Prayers.
High school gymnasium transformed into dance floor.

A culmination of world beats wafted through the air waves: Indian, African, American funk, Japanese Taiko Drumming to name but a few.

My father spoke wildly in praise of my participation.
Good for you!
Keep it up!
You will be charlie horsed tomorrow!
It's great exercise.
Good idea to take a bath.
Already done so.

He remembers how much I used to dance in my past.
I too remember how much dance played a part of my past.