Stalking Superstitions

It is the random sound in an empty house you cannot locate. Or the flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye you cannot replicate. That itchy feeling in between your shoulder blades you try and blame on an otherwise comfortable shirt. Random smells in a room that no one has been in.

You try and combat the unexplainable with rituals and whispered words of false bravado, but there is only so much salt that can be thrown over the shoulder or dismissive forced laughter that will ease the random feelings of being watched.

While dancing with the elements, nature and the march of time, one sometimes throws in odd, superstitious movements, marking the movement in quarter time seem disjointed and out of sync. Some are at ease with the unevenness of the dance, adding their own flair to make the flow seem natural, while others balk at the unknown, not being able to pivot with the changes, accept the different or work to incorporate it in their rendition of the waltz.

Others go searching for the different. Bored with their own dance, they seek the chance to add more dramatic aspects to their movements. Constantly looking for the different, the unexplainable just so they can say they’ve had the chance to use new moves. To expand their repertoire.

Which path calls out? Which dance will win?