Which kinda makes me want to do something like this…
Even Charlie Brown’s admonition at the close calls me into greater introspection of my own experience of waiting. Am I waiting hopefully or am I just haphazardly flailing my arms and doing nobody any good? What is this experience calling me into?
Joyfully waiting is not easy or even fluid. It can be messy and frightening but we live in hope and that should at least bring us some joy, enough joy to make us want to dance.
I think the kid in the back doing the jump rope dance was way ahead of his time.