"But you're going?"
"Where? In North Park? "
" I do not know; weather forecasts say it will snow. "
But here we are. On Sunday morning, beginning in March, at 10.00. The cold bites like a wolf ears and fingers. Time to park the car and, after a couple of minutes walk you're there. The organization has assembled some larger gazebo on the lawn. A stage, advertising banners and some sports equipment here and there. Throughout a layer of moisture ghiacciata.Vista the situation, and the speeches of the previous days, I'm afraid is not nobody. Load different stick, sword and dagger I went toward the stage. I am determined to enjoy myself and at least use the opportunity to train.
Instead, unexpectedly, run into some people towards the stage. Someone wearing a kung fu chuan, and I recognize known faces, while others dressed normally. A few words of welcome and begins to dance. "
Just the enclosure of the pony strategically located next to the stage comes the comment: "are beginning the demonstration of Chinese dance." A grimace of sufficiency, not the first time we describe in this way. At least acknowledge the elegance of our techniques.
few warm-up exercise, a few words to the microphone to present the organization has begun. The sequence of techniques begins to flow, the techniques one another fluid. Growing concentration and slow movements that are becoming increasingly essential. Spectators brave
come together and try some of the movements. Others, while remaining in the audience, mention of the steps. The swords from scabbards out on time and concentration increases. 
blades are not sharp, but the spirit that can not be confused with simple toys.
The time we fly and we get to the final farewell without realizing it. After bowing we look in the eyes and the smiles are born spontaneously.
"But they had not expected snow? "
" Yeah, but I have not even noticed the cold! "
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