Tiny Dancer

Helen and I attend an Elton John Concert in Wilke Barre Pennsylvania (2016).  Sir Elton John puts on an excellent show;  he lives to perform.  I also see him perform his 60th show at Madison Square Garden in 2013.

I have fond memories of the “Yellow Brick Road” and “Captain Fantastic”  album years in the 1970’s of my elementary school boy days.

The woman sitting next to us has seen Elton over a dozen times,  but spends half of her time in line to get beers, or standing in line to use the bathroom.

As we walk back to our car after the show,  I see a woman in high heels walking over large gravel rocks to get to her vehicle,  and she is walking on the tips of her shoes. She walks in such a funny way,  I must stop Helen to watch this spectacle for at least 20 seconds.

A 2 ½ legged dog would have walked more gracefully.
A giraffe with two legs across hot coals of a Tony Robbins self-help seminar would have hopped more gracefully.
A one legged person on stilts is more graceful.
A high wire act with an ice skate on one foot and a roller     blade on the other foot would have been more graceful.
A slug on a unicycle could have moved more gracefully.

This high-heeler is not the Tiny Dancer,  the ballerina dancing in the sand that Elton sings of, but the high-heeled gravel Dancer awkwardly slip sliding across the limestone as best she can.  While not graceful, the she pedestrian work was impressive.