Happy Dancer

In my party days we had an expression which we used a lot. "The second life" was what returned to us after dancing til we would drop. It came unannounced. It was just suddenly there. We felt it at once though we couldn't say how or why. Where it came from, we didn't know. Yet, it was strong as a pair of arms. Pulled to our feet again, we rose as if with wings. Seeing us spin, others would join us, inspired by our flight. Spirits rose. Bodies warmed. Soon, the room like a field roused from winter burst with happiness. T. S. Eliot was right. "April is the cruellest month." But May has come overnight and with it comes "the second life."