Gypsy Dance, Gypsy Sing

Yes, 'All that matters here is song and dance'. 
I hum, ok sing, to myself all day, all week. A bit too loud. 
I want to spin.
Sway.
Skip from one side of the room to the other. 
And back again.
Endlessly.
Songs swirl through my head like colours. 
I feel elated and tingle with emotion. 


However, at the moment that emotion is dull panic over packing suitcase and a desire for Rice Krispies.


But I will take another route - upload the mp3 with music and Lord of the Rings. And get a bowl of Rice Krispies.


And tomorrow? Gypsy dance, gypsy sing (if I am lucky) but definitely pack my suitcase.


And take the book . . .