“Each seemed to be helping the other two stay upright, yet every tumble doubled their delight. The live oak and the soughing pine on the banks enclosed them and absorbed their laughter while they fought gravity for each other’s hands. Their skirts flew like wings and their skin turned pewter in the cold and dying lying” (Morrison 205).
When we discussed this section of the book in class, something that got brought up was the repetition of “no one could see them falling”. A lot of people — in fact, I’d venture to say the majority of the class — saw this as a very ominous part of the text. However, I feel that there is a certain beauty in the fact that no one can see them fall. In these moments, they are free from the eyes of the world, from the judgement of those closest to them, and they are able to just be. To laugh and fall and not worry about what the mistake of falling could bring them. I feel that this brings these women a sense of freedom that they would not be able to experience if anyone had been watching them — the sense of humanization that Boal discusses in his work.