Hula magic on the USC track

The USC track tonight was like some uncut scene from a Fellini film. My iPhone ran out of power, which forced me to be more observant of what was going on around me. Every one was moving in perfect synchronicity, with a pronounced sense of spatial awareness. Everyone running on the track seemed to glide on the track tonight seemingly surrounded by a fragile body halo of yellow tropicalesqe light. . An athletic man in a Usain Bolt track shirt sprinted effortlessly around the track , while his beautiful wife dressed in all white linen meditated and hummed an ancient chant , in a language that my DNA memory could not recognize. A woman, resembling Hope Solo, with a tight fitting USC track uniform sped around the bend, while her husband lazily read Steinback’s East of Eden on his Kindle . His bare back soothed by the soft green grass underneath him. Another man ran the hurdles, clearing all off them by more more then two feet, while his super tall transgender girlfriend painted her toe nails in the bleachers. Another very short Latina woman sped walk with her little black and white kitten in her back pack . A blue ballon on a long white string attached to her kitty running back pack had the words HAPPY ONE MONTH KATTY KAT! Two USC receivers practiced their routes on the north end of the football field. Their footwork like Nhamdi’s, their routes precise like Jerry Rice. I passed two grad students, one from India, and one from Pakistan discussing how their countries should learn to exist more peacefully. On the next lap I over heard two women arguing about which Korean BBQ restaurant was best in Korea Town.
Than a woman , with a bright red Hibiscus flower in her hair, stepped onto the middle of the field and started to dance a seemingly perfect hula dance all the while balancing a tall bottle of bright orange fluid. She distracted all of us, and everyone on the track began to collide into each other. One of the maintenance guys was so mesmerized by this woman doing the hula dance that he shined a flood light on her. Soon all of us gathered around to watch her magical and fluid hula dance moves. A gentle expression of peace and happiness on her face. When she ended her hula dance after about ten minutes. We all clapped.
” What’s in the bottle?” asked the woman resembling Hope Solo.
” Orange flavored Gatorade with Tumeric and a Vitamin B Tonic. Keeps me hydrated and I”m battling cancer.” Said the Hawaiian woman. After she walked off the field, we all continued running our laps, locked in pensive thought. I think I’ll start running on the track without music blasting in my ears from now on.hula_dancer_by_no_elani-d2xst5b


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