Dance
I miss dancing. I don’t mean the kind of dancing done at nightclubs or ballrooms; I was never a club hopping type, and me dancing in dress shoes and a long gown simply has too much comedy, utter humiliation and pain potential. No, the kind of dancing I miss involves a dance studio, a mess of mirrors on the walls, a great dance teacher, and lots of sweaty people in leotards, all lined up and looking in the same direction….