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It's interesting to note that if I go 30 miles north the dance crowd changes enough to be almost unrecognizable as the same crowd. The opportunities for dancing have improved, sooooo much. As well, with people coming and going, over time, the face of the crowd has changed. The wetbehindtheears youngsters are now in their 20's; the Twents are slowing down and appearing less, the progression of life on all levels is clear.
But such a joy, to dance.
As a measure of skill, it's strange to realize that once around the floor with someone who has never really danced, and is body conscious, I will keep us moving and teach some basics and we'll both have fun and I won't have to consciously think about what I'm doing. My dancing _has_ improved, even though all I see are the holes in it.
Off to Boston for a week! Zoom!
But such a joy, to dance.
As a measure of skill, it's strange to realize that once around the floor with someone who has never really danced, and is body conscious, I will keep us moving and teach some basics and we'll both have fun and I won't have to consciously think about what I'm doing. My dancing _has_ improved, even though all I see are the holes in it.
Off to Boston for a week! Zoom!
