As I watched their faces, as one by one they moved through the progressive farmhouse dance, dangled briefly on a stranger's hand, accepted the intimate hold of someone they didn't know, and followed steps and rituals that broke through the formal ice and transcended the safety barrier against easy intimacy -- I thought of newsgroups and forums on the ether. How through a wire intimate thoughts and feelings race and meet and mingle, how people flame and connect and consummate their need of the time, and then move on to other needs, other connections and other partners in this dance we call life.
© Farmer 26 April 1996