Dancing shapes

I sat on a low leather sofa, alongside one of my girl friends. The silent projection of a vintage movie was right above us. And, as the conversation ebbed and flowed and dovetailed the various tracks of jazz, I enjoyed watching the room shift and stir, and rise and fall with dancers. All different. Of course. And then in their blending with a new partner, they were all different again. Ever-changing shapes... sometimes beautiful and sometimes wonderfully ugly.

It got me thinking.

I have been thinking about that duet of two dancing individuals and seeing what they come to create within a dance. Whilst almost always very pleasant and all that, you rarely make any true magic with a partner. You know... that yummy swingy magic of playfulness and softness and creativity. Until that exceptional occasion when something is different and you both know it. Something fits. Something feels real. And you forget the world around you because nothing else matters. You are lost in movement and music and feelings together. They wouldn’t have known I was watching, but I’ve noticed a few beautiful pairs of dancers lost in this bliss over the past couple of weeks.

They’re little gold dust moments which I very much love. They sneak up on you and sweep you up in sunshine.