dancing

I was in a room with large mirrors along one wall – a dance rehearsal studio. I was wearing all white: white dance shoes and socks, white top and white lycra shorts. I was dancing and watching myself in the mirror. I liked how I looked as I was muscular, my legs powerful, and my skin was sunned and golden. I was twisting my legs and body around in wonderful movements, fluid and strong. Gravity seemed to support me, in fact, I was able to lean into the air and trust that it would hold me. I danced with gravity, playing with my weight against it, and I felt lovely.