Here is something I wrote immediately after ballet class last night. It has been at least half a year since I took class and I thought I would struggle but…

When I dance
I am lucky

I get see the flowers and the meadows
I get to smile and breathe and breathe through my arms
I get to fly in the air and be free and be light

Like becoming alive
Like finding life
Like swirling
Like touring the world without needing to go anywhere

It is the smile
It is the arms
It is the grace that never lost