People danced by the stage. I watched them pulse — separating and then coalescing like amoebas. They looked like they didn’t have a care in the world. Strangers would come upon each other. Quick fumble, exchange smiles, and then twirl around each other with coordination and ease.
I wonder if I could ever be like that. I’d pull my embarrassed and reluctant partner onto the dance floor. He’s shy but he’s enthralled by my spirit and charm. He loves me. He’d do anything for me, even dance.