First it was just pounding to the rhythm that ran through me and extended to my arms to then slam down upon the drum in front of me. Then perceptively the best friend who took me out tonight moved the drum away so I would dance with her in our little corner of the bar.
It was… freeing. No thoughts, no sadness, just me there dancing because it felt good to do it. If only for a few hours I could lose myself to the beat.