I want this more than anything. I spend hours watching videos, trying to visually master technique, work out tricks, choreograph routines. It’s because movement is infectious. It’s like you don’t realize your body is always secretly moving. When you move to pick up your bag, when you are walking down the street, when you are listening to music and when you are watching someone else dance. That’s my favorite because you never realize that your dancing with them until your on the edge of your seat, seeing through their eyes, breathing in their lungs, chest rising and falling with the rhythm of their steps, fingers extended, reaching for the unseen perfection lying just out of their grasp. Foot pointed, leg raised, spinning, spiraling, almost flying with feet lifting of the ground like gravity ceases to exist for a moment. Jumping, leaping through the air in unison, as though your one entity, absorbing each other, connected like you can’t move unless all these bodies do. Arms long, holding you up, legs pushing, climbing, upwards, effortlessly like you’ve been waiting all your life for this second, this moment of weightlessness. Where your a long way up and it’s a short drop down but even though you feel the fear, the risk, your wrapping yourself in it like you couldn’t be there without it . And then you let go and your falling and you could be falling for what feels like an eternity and then it’s over. All that’s left is the deafening sound of applause, where hands are beating together, climaxing in the heat of all that risk . For what are we without risk.