dance
I like what Ann Lindbergh once said: love is like dancing.
The most skilful of dancers doesn't necessarily make the best of partners for you. The best dances are not without mistakes or the occasional stumble, but the right person knows when to be there to catch his falling partner. Improvisation is allowed but the ability to appreciate and swing freely to the music should be inherent, there is no need to discuss or justify every move. The dance partners do not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern, intricate but swift and carefree.
The most skilful of dancers doesn't necessarily make the best of partners for you. The best dances are not without mistakes or the occasional stumble, but the right person knows when to be there to catch his falling partner. Improvisation is allowed but the ability to appreciate and swing freely to the music should be inherent, there is no need to discuss or justify every move. The dance partners do not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern, intricate but swift and carefree.
To touch heavily would be to arrest the pattern and freeze the movement, to dilute the endlessly changing beauty of its unfolding.
There is no place here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm or the heavy hand, but only the barest touch in passing. Arm in arm, face to face, now back to back. It does not matter. Because they know they are moving to the same rhythm, creating a pattern together, and being invisibly nourished by it.
