The other morning as I was on my daily run, my foot crunched an acorn. It made a little popping sound. As I continued on I stepped on yet another gift from the branches of the live oaks that lined the street. Suddenly my mind, already settled with the endorphins that the exercise produced, was watching one of my favorite movies: Tap staring Gregory Hines. The scene that flashed through my mind was when Gregory Hines goes outside the dance studio and begins tap dancing by mimicking the sounds of the city that rise up all around him. It is an amazing performance.
As I watched him perform in my mind’s eye I found myself seeking more acorns to pop. I would see a likely acorn target and stretch my stride to hit it so that it would produce the crunch, the pop. Each stride took me in a different direction. The dimly lit street at 6:30 a.m. had no traffic. The acorn littered asphalt became my dance studio. I found myself pursuing more and more acorns to make them pop, and as I did the music in my head began to match the dance I was doing. I was thrusting this way and that. I was pushing my run in a different direction. I was dancing to the tune in my head and the pop of the acorns on the street. In the backdrop Gregory Hines was doing that city dance from Tap. I found myself smiling and giggling and dancing.
For no particular reason I looked up, my eyes focusing for the first time on a house just to the left, and there, standing in the entry way silhouetted by the soft light of the alcove, was a woman. She was watching me. I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined a wry half-smile. I heard the thought, I wonder if he is crazy. I stopped dancing and waved. She waved back. I ran on a little ways and began my dance again.
When have you danced on acorns? When have you danced when no one was watching? The morning I just described was wonderful and at the end of my acorn popping run and dance I felt twenty years younger. It was a great morning.
Write a story about acorns or popping acorns as you walk along a country lane or a city street. Write a story about dancing when you think no one is watching.