My shoulders flick, my arm twitches, foot taps, now my leg is moving, both legs in factāand my whole body is following suitāswinging and swaying, headphones are in or the speaker is blaring, John on vocalsāāwait, oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. PostmanāāGeorge on lead guitar, Paul backing and laying down heavy bass lines, Ringo slashing at the drum: āMr. Postman, look and see, see if thereās a letter there for meāāand now Iām in full dance, leaning and hopping, doing the lawnmower, the ice skater, the hot coals, inventing new moves, absolutely owning the moment, slaughtering the moment, absolutely beating it to death, thereās never been another dance moment like thisāāyou gotta wait a minute, oh yeah, wait a minute, oh yeahāāand then itās over and Iām done and Iām moving on, as if nothing happened, no one knows, but I know and it did happen, it definitely happened, a joyful moment, a moveable feast: every second a gift.
