Sláinte

walk into a crowded room, walls of brick and a ceiling of wood enclosing around you. stake your claim and stand head held high, sweet anticipation rushing through your bones. lights dim and an ecstatic violin plays to you your secrets. close your eyes and see memories long forgotten dancing to the tune. a cello warms your soul like a long drink of whiskey as you hear of the devil lurking in the wings. but have no fear, tonight he sings Irish drinking songs and loops his arms in yours. dance a jig as the music plays faster and the crowds blur across your eyes. rising and falling they all play along in a game of ring around the rosy. you join hands and skip to the beat of a tired accordion and ever eager drum. your heart skips fast and you smile in response to the beauty of the night.