Festival
Mariinsky 2011
I've been tripping, as in being unable to properly put one foot in front of the other, through the world since the day that the Festival began. The effect of such beauty has been intoxicating. Going to the theater each night was like going home -- a very special, wonderful home.
Today with Ekaterina Kondaurova firmly embedded in my mind, (I even had a dream about her several nights ago, a ballet first for me), I ventured out of my Festival dreamworld. But who really wants to ? I've been living my memories since the Festival ended and I hope to be able to continue to do so as long as possible. It wasn't like attending a Festival, it was like living it.
I went for a walk in the countryside. Today is beautifully green and alive with flowers. The beauty of this world can be almost overwhelming. If you think that a prima ballerina can move perfectly, then take a walk to your neighborhood waterfall. Two rather different things, it's true.
Yet, what in this world can be more beautiful than a woman being beautiful.
" Does Enchantment Pour Out of Every Door ? "
Yes, sometimes it seems to.
And I thought that the Festival ended over a week ago.
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