For Art Every Day Month – Day 8 offering.
I’m California born and raised in New York. I’ve lived in numerous cities and seen every conceivable type of parade – Columbus Day and St. Patrick’s Day parades in New York City, San Francisco Gay Pride, New Orleans Mardi Gras, and so on. After a while, they tend to lose their sparkle. However, today……
My house guest of the past few days left this afternoon. Before the 3 p.m. departure, we decided to go to the next town over for lunch. Where I live (currently….) has a true small town attitude and the restaurants aren’t really worth a visit except one, but that might be another post. There were crowds scattered around the center of town and I assumed it was because it was Saturday. Then, as we were parking the car, the sound of a marching band grew louder, stronger, and suddenly a large high school marching band appeared on the street to our left. Apparently, we were at the end of the route for the local Veteran’s Day parade. As the band prepared to make the right turn into our street, slowing down their step, repositioning each line so they could make the turn with precision, and gathering their last bit of gusto to finish their routine at the end of the parade, I saw the majorette, this beautiful young girl in her blue sequined outfit with white boots, and a stunning royal blue plumed headpiece. She looked back at the band, nodded, then proceeded to walk ahead, with pride, purpose and great joy. This was her day, her parade, her school, her town. She owned it. It gave me the chills. Small town America. A young woman enjoying a prime moment in her life. The band struck a few notes, they turned the corner to follow her lead and she jumped up, twirling her baton then doing a perfect stretch of her arms, both her feet leaving the ground and levitating in that one second. And……..I was lucky enough to click the camera button on my iPhone at the right time. Below is the photo, enhanced for color only. Her form was grand. Her outfit was beautiful. Her joy shot out of her body like rockets as she strutted down the last street of the parade route.
It was another incredible day. I might even renew my old love of parades. Actually, I think they are like life itself. One foot in front of the other, dressed as well as possible, living in your joy, dancing to the music you love most and leading the band. I can’t imagine it gets much better than that.
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“Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.” – Rumi