Duh, duh... duh, duh, duh... duh, duh... duh, duh, duh... In...out...in...out... around...back...spin... cross...up...over... you're moving, just going, non-stop, no direction or purpose but to keep moving, can't stop even if you wanted to, intoxicated, you almost don't even think, just step, step... twist...spin...turn...back...forward... and again, not just your feet, but your whole body feels it, suddenly soaring through the air... catch your breath.... your heart pulsing... you have wings like the birds high above, you are weightless--no gravity pulls at you, you could stay up forever but coming down is just as fun since then the floor is a slip and slide, standing still is not an option, slick...smooth...roll...flick... head bobbing, hips rocking... arms wrapping, swapping spots... twitching muscles and vibrations communicate everything from top to bottom, near to far... a smile... a twinkling eye... a rippling laugh... his face tells you he is in the groove just as much as the fluidness of every movement, there is no feeling like it when he spins you out, back in, around and around, to the ground, spin again, and launch up around his shoulders, landing on his hips until you bounce and land on your magic feet and you step to the side your hand sliding across his back to reconnect on the other side, you lean in and flick you are dipped so your head is inches from the ground and as he pulls you back up you hear the final beats of the song fade away to a memory... until the next song begins...
I went country dancing this weekend and this is my attempt to explain how it feels as the dancer on the floor when it works the way it is supposed to. There is no feeling quite like it and those of us who love dance would do almost anything to never let it go, which explains why we get hurt so much and don't stop, from the popped blisters to the broken bones, we still go back and relish in each beat of every song to fly, to soar for however brief a time. The only way to fly...
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