The weather
is pleasant, so the door is open. I stand on the front step and enjoy body
temperature breezes. I see a bicycle rickshaw slowly making its way up the
inclining street that runs past the jazz club. As the rickshaw taxi makes it's
way past, I notice three young women in the seat with two guys sitting on their
laps. The driver is hauling five of them easily--some strong legs. A
middle-aged man comes to the door and asks if
there is dancing in the club, "My wife and I like to dance." I
tell him that we're not a dance club per se, but that dancing couples seem to
make do with open corners in the room... and "we welcome it, so come
in." I move a small table just beyond the entranceway for dance space.
They dance closely, eyes shut, with blissful smiles. I'm happy to see them
happy. A pleasant night.
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